![]() Satellite FruitA Poem by eglantineI live within the cold petals of the moon, far from the swollen green-blue fruit that hangs from the blackest branch where shiny insects gather like mold.
Pluto was demoted from an icy planet to just a far-away rock and stars are named without their consent. For some, the pressure is too great and so they break from the sky, plummet and burn-- a thin scar.
The moon doesn't see this. She only has to worry about spinning around that slowly rotting fruit and to return light to the sun. © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 9, 2012 Last Updated on September 28, 2012 Author![]() eglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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