The Apple Desires To Be Eaten by Neil Willcox

Even the fairest of blossoms will fall

For an exiled Princess in the woods.

The apple knows it’s most desired by all

A pedlar woman crushed by heavy pack of goods.

For an exiled Princess in the woods

A comb as glamorous as the hair. It holds

A pedlar woman crushed by heavy pack of goods –

Straining, her breath, her face turning cold.

A comb as glamorous as the hair it holds;

The laces pulled up oh so very tight,

Straining her breath, her face turning cold.

One side is rose red, the other snow white.

The laces pulled up. Oh so very tight.

The apple knows it’s most desired of all,

One side is rose red, the other snow white –

Even the fairest of blossoms will fall