Second Prize winner, National Poetry Competition, 2001

published in Backwork, Peterloo Poets, 2002

New Fruit

Eve drinks Calvados.  Elsewhere in her life

She has played muse and mistress, bitch and wife.

Now all that gunpoint gamesmanship is done.

She loves the garden at this time of day.

Raising her third glass up to God, she grins;

If this is her come-uppance for her sins

It’s worth a little angst along the way.

A fourth.  Again the cork’s slow squeaky kiss.

If, as the liquor tempts her to believe,

The Lord has one more Adam up His sleeve

He’s going to have to take her as she is –

Out in the garden in a dressing-gown

Breathing old apples as the sun goes down.

Ann Drysdale

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