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Cider Fruit

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Author: Ricky Hawthorne

Ricky HawthorneJuly 25, 2019

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Cider Fruit

written by: Ricky Hawthorne

@searsjames

Round, rusty red and hanging,
Mocking science, rendering Newton absurd
Swinging steadily in the stillness
This seed of clay, enslaving
Time and absorbing what
Others pass over

A skin, weather-raddled and
Scraped, each concrete scar, each
Bite of Eve’s teeth, etching
A lost topography,
An ancestry of gnarled barks
And inadequate limbs
Succumbing to densities they
Could not comprehend nor
Sustain

Fall now and sleep…

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Ricky Hawthorne

MAY 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015

Graduate of Warwick University
Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film

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