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Louise Peterkin: a poem

  • Writer: Alan Humm
    Alan Humm
  • Jan 21, 2021
  • 1 min read


The Ghost Apple Girl


And then I was the Ghost Apple Girl

awoken to a chill hold of fantastical protocol,

bloom-cheeked, furred. Arrested


in my beauty like a sci-fi collectable.

Each bright day the world was snowed flat;

I was happy in my assignment – love


all but gone now, forgotten

as I made my way to the heirloom trees

which scored the hill like a Calvary.


A riddle, really, for the dropped fruit hung

still, gleaming on the branch.

So careful – with stop


motion movements – I gleaned

the glass globes from their stems,

hands


cold as bibles. Where the flesh

had slipped out, pirate-drunk,

a glittering pulp rose from the ground.


I carried home my delicate harvest.

But every morning: the inevitable flood

where the fire'd licked my yield down to nothing.


So I was compelled to visit, once over again,

the sparse orchard, content

in my belonging, my fingers bell-numb, singing.


Louise Peterkin is a poet from Edinburgh. In 2016 she was a recipient of a New Writers Award from the Scottish Book Trust in the poetry category. She is the co-editor, along with Rob A. Mackenzie, of Spark: Poetry and Art inspired by the Novels of Muriel Spark (Blue Diode Press, 2018). She is an assistant poetry editor for The Interpreter's House. Her poems have appeared in many publications, including The Dark Horse, The Glasgow Review of Books, Magma and The North, and her first collection of poetry, The Night Jar, is out now, published by Salt.

2 Comments


brettvantoen
May 09, 2021

This not only caused me to look these up - thank you for that. It is also a fabulous poem - I have ordered her book and a currently trawling through looking for other poems published online by her. She is a fantastic find. Thank you so much.

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carlchamberlain
Feb 03, 2021

I only found out about ghost apples this autumn and now a poem about a ghost apple girl! Excellent!

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