Stephen Bone- A Poem

Medlars

From the cupboard under your stairs

you pick one from its tray.

A sort of apple, open-ended,

on the turn.

Try, you urge, a spoon waved

like a hypnotist's chain. Reluctantly,

a child braced for medicine I open up

to be fed a scoop of decay.

Good ? You ask, moist rot melting

to the cusp of sweetness. I tremble a nod

as you slough off your snakeskin boots;

coil yourself into a chair.

 

 

The  poem was previously published in The Interpreter's House ( Spring 2014 ) and in my first collection ' In The Cinema ' published Playdead Press 2014.

 

 

 

Stephen Bone has been published in various journals, including Ink,sweat&tears, Snakeskin, The Interpreter's House and The Rialto. First collection published Playdead Press 2014.