The Apple Pie Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Apple


I ate the apple,
In an awkward way.
That is what people watching,
Would say.

I baked an apple,
You see.
It looked delicious to me.
I couldn't deny it.

I peeled an apple today.
I saw the peels all shiny in their way.
And the apple stood on the plate.
And this apple looked naked.

I baked a cinnamon apple pie,
The kind that greets the mouth and eye.
The criss-cross crust I crunched.
And it meltedin my mouth to munch.