Apple Cider

by Gabba Gabba Hey   May 19, 2009


The cider I drank tasted like October.

The suns' heavy rays raked across my closed eyelids;
slid across the curly tendrils that framed my face.

When the sun slipped down, bloodying the sky in a crimson twilight,
the world seemed to fall asleep for a while, before waking up in a rude start when darkness rose.

The cider held a bitter taste, but it's smell was like December.

The moon held me in cold contempt, but I smiled at her warmly;
the night had always been my friend.

When the moon forgot to shine, she lost herself in the haze of clouds,
the world continued without a stutter, and I remembered the promise I had given;

and take another drink of my cider, that insists upon feeling like May as it slides down my throat.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ares

    Finally some new stuff!! I get a different vibe from this poem than your normal stuff, it's hard to describe, but it's definatly there, a sense more more down-to-earthism than your previous poems which has a more prophetic feel to them.

    I like it:D and a definate five from me, given that you start logging in mooore!! missed you loots!!