Although the Poetry Bus has well and truly crashed into a ditch while that zany Einstein was driving, I cannot get out of the habit of Monday being Poetry Day. So here is my poem for Monday:-
All that glisters....
Catching the sun,
an apple hung
on a laden tree in a
leafy bower.
Its fiery hues
led me to choose
this perfect fruit.
I took a bite.
But it was sour!
yes weaver - all is not what it appears!!! have a peaceful day in the dale. steven
ReplyDeleteThat's a new word for me 'glisters'. Did you mean glistens? I totally agree with the sentiment of your poem - that sometimes the most alluring things can disappoint.
ReplyDeleteOh! I can totally relate to that. As a child, I hated to bite into a juicy red apple and it was sour.
ReplyDeleteA cautionary tale...
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Turned out that way for Eve, as well.
ReplyDeleteVery well said!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love this! Fun, and with depth if you choose to read it that way. Is this a particular form (i missed the 'bower'/'sour' rhyme on first reading)? Whether it is or not, the form works for the content in this one. :0)
ReplyDeleteBtw 'glisters' and the whole title is from Shakespeare, yep?
Lovely Weaver, all mists and mellow until the tang of the final line!
ReplyDeleteYour poem could be applied to so many things other than apples. What a disappointment but a charming poem. I have reverted quite easily to being a non-writer and without the aid of postable photos, can't even write my blog right now! I hoping my daughter will call in tomorrow and work some magic for me.
ReplyDeleteWeaver: I should know by now that you would never make a mistake with a word. Thanks to Mand for the clarification. Clearly my knowledge of Sheakespeare is wanting or waning!
ReplyDeleteI've just had a lunchtime wandwer round an orchard so this is very timely.... and they were all cooking apples so they would have been sour too.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Very Eve-like.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments - I am pleased that many of you read a deeper meaning into it - that was what I intended but it doesn't always come off does it.
ReplyDeleteGLISTERS - several of you wondered whether this word was correct and where it came from. It is the last line of a poem by Thomas Grey - On a favourite cat drowned in a tub of goldfishes. Here is the last stanza:
From hence, ye Beauties! undeceived
Know one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold:
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize,
Nor all that glisters, gold!
It has been one of my favourite poems since I was a very small child and had it read to me at my father's knee.
Thanx for that Thomas Grey poem, Weaver, i didn't know that.
ReplyDeleteIt was Shakespeare earlier, though! Although i struggled i couldn't remember which play - i knew it was in one we did at school. So i googled (it's 'The Merchant of Venice') and found dear Will wasn't the first by a long way: http://www.enotes.com/shakespeare-quotes/appendix-faux-glisters-gold
So we've all learnt something today. :0)
Right on. Sometimes all the goodness of a thing is spent on its outside and there's not any left for the inside. Alas!
ReplyDeleteBut the bus seems to be trundling on in its dissociated parts.
maybe you could make some chutney for christmas with your sour apples
ReplyDeleteI suppose they'd be ok for that
- nice ending
not all poems have to end on a note of optimism - real life isn't like that
I look forward to your Monday poetry. I hope you don't give up.
ReplyDeleteThis is a good rhyme. I sometimes think in rhymes. It drives me crazy.
Glisters is a great word (it crops up often in my poems)and the phrase a great phrase.This is a fine poem laden with meaning.I'm not good with advice or criticism, but because I like this I would say to lose the exclamation mark at the end.But sure what do I know!Hope ye had a happy bithday!
ReplyDeleteThanks mand for the info on glisters - as you say what is blogland for if not to learn new bits of information now and again (in addition to keeping in touch with friends)
ReplyDeleteLife often has a similar sting in its tail. But at least Blogger remains the apple of all our eyes as long as it's behaving itself!
ReplyDeleteYes Weaver, it is a gentle reminder to look at the heart of the matter and not be mesmerised by the appearance and razzle dazzle of the view, which is immediately obvious. Ah but that apple was so so tempting!
ReplyDeleteLoved the humourous twist......!
ReplyDeleteOh that made me smile Weaver! All poetic and I was carried away then, oh yuk!!
ReplyDeleteGood ol' Google, eh - makes instant experts of us all. ;0)
ReplyDeleteHello Weaver,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem and your birthday outing and the farmer's pumpkin! Your embroidery materials will help provide interest for the winter evenings!