04-04-2014, 05:04 PM
A blight in the orchards of Eden.
You looked small and insignificant
when first you alighted.
That first bite pieced as light
and you oozed a sweet succour,
secreted from your being, like the sap
you sucked from under my skin,
that is now wrinkled and dry.
My outer bark peels and withers
as I slowly loose my vigour and die
from the kiss of your lips.
That soft white fluffy exterior,
hides your colonising lies;
each one of which makes five
more lies come to life and take flight
for each blighted word that exists.
So the cycle begins, spring is here,
birds and flowers have appeared.
And you arise once again
to crawl and creep from the deep
depths of my ingrafted family roots.
I will flood and flow into new growth
buds, but this season I will know
that I need to wage war.
Woolly apple aphids beware!
You looked small and insignificant
when first you alighted.
That first bite pieced as light
and you oozed a sweet succour,
secreted from your being, like the sap
you sucked from under my skin,
that is now wrinkled and dry.
My outer bark peels and withers
as I slowly loose my vigour and die
from the kiss of your lips.
That soft white fluffy exterior,
hides your colonising lies;
each one of which makes five
more lies come to life and take flight
for each blighted word that exists.
So the cycle begins, spring is here,
birds and flowers have appeared.
And you arise once again
to crawl and creep from the deep
depths of my ingrafted family roots.
I will flood and flow into new growth
buds, but this season I will know
that I need to wage war.
Woolly apple aphids beware!