Apples of Zion

Wisp of smoke,
Escape this high walled city that is your oppressor,
Walk on air, be your messenger, find your feet.

Journey through Love’s orchard
And realise that two rotten apples are able to elude every farmer’s basket,
United to the core in perfect synchrony – the tumour of your eye.

Obtain passage from the monarch of fulfilment
And revel in her country pleasures,
A knighthood from the fields of sexual battle – ambition, persistence, accomplishment – questionable?
Gratification is undoubtedly life’s true royal prerogative.

Turns out some forbidden fruits are more rotten than others,
Alas,
Knights and kings and princes rise victorious wielding their swords of diversity,
The faux romantic cleanses herself in indulgent waters of filth
Whilst you are reserved for the cider.

Drink. Drink for refuge,
As you’re dragged back the city’s way,
A farmer avoids two more rotting apples,
And the smoke may return someday.

Apples of Zion

James Gimpo Walker

Joined November 2009

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Open to interpretation, this poem can reflect unrequited love and addiction in equal measure.

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