Unearthed
She enters like a hungry caterpillar
scratchy feather hanging
from her bushy, brown hair.
Dress of satin, shimmer.
Eager to fill – knowledge
hidden underneath. A mine.
‘Look,’ her mind suggests;
though unheard, unspoken.
Sweet taste of golden apple
lingers long after the sting.
A measure of pleasure sought,
now found –
gives her words to speak.
Reaches the end of a barrier.
//2014//
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