Poetry: modern culture and a story of corruption



Untouched flesh

Soft and gentle and yet to be bruised,

like a ripening peach.

She is not weak, but she is vulnerable.


The allure of the peaches they cannot escape-

the creatures that come

to corrupt.

They sense it and quietly, slowly, they come,



Creeping they come to invade the cold canvas

empty and open,

defences are down.

They feed as they please and they take what they can

‘This is how we found it

and so, it is ours.’


Nakedness alludes permission

Like clouds of smoke

filling a void

Coming in with the breeze, smoke invades

any space it can

without asking.

Nakedness alludes permission and so, they come;

the thoughts, the feet,

the breath.

A staged invasion behind a curtain of eyelids

deliberately closed,

gaze shifted away.


The peach will rot,

infected by an invisible disease:

‘if we cannot see it, it is not there’

Blind eyes leave her helpless.


And so,

they creep,

they come,

they feed.


Peaches, BM- 16/02/18


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1 thought on “Poetry: modern culture and a story of corruption”

  1. I don’t know why, but this moved me. Your writing touched me. You have a gorgeous mind and I want to thank you for sharing it with the world. You’re destined for great things I think.

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