Fig Tree Bloom
Ionah:part four
( Fig Tree Bloom )
It was just a fig tree touched by creations grace
To shade and hide anothers face
Keeping the scorching drying heat
From scorching his tired and weary place.
A worm it stirred beneath the soil
Growing on roots like an oozing boil
Taking the life sap of the tree
Destroying the fruit as it grew and blossomed.
Did this worm from a sea serpent come?
Hidden in side his tattered clothes
Bidding its time for a moment precise
Killing the bloom from the inside.
APMcintyre 2012.
Copyright © Andrew Mcintyre | Year Posted 2016
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