This was the apple
I chose for Snow White,
Red, juicy, inviting.
I plucked it from the tree
With the dew still on it,
Knowing she couldn’t resist.
It almost screams out
“Eat me! Eat me!”
And she did.
Copyright Caro Ness 2015
The Apple
12 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in poetry
Caro Field Author 
And the long sleep begin….The picture makes me want to head to market at once. As a young man growing up in Northern California I could often be found in a local apple tree, enjoying a slightly tart Granny Smith Apple
We call it scrumping! Stealing appls from a neighbour’ tree! Theres nothing quite ike it! X