Apple Juice

by UnofficialMuppet

Summary:

A poem about apple juice. Written sometime... during term 2 in the school year. Picked back up to drop into here... tonight. It's late when I'm posting this, so hopefully I'll remember to add a chapter two (edited/final version) sometime soon. [Edit: I don't remember-remembering to do this].

I have tried writing poetry in the past, but I can never understand the rules for the different types and I don't think this follows any specific kind of poetry? So that's why I've used the Bad Poetry tag). Also, I never tried posting previous poem-y works anywhere, and couldn't find them if I tried.

- Baz

Apple juice

Tastes like tears.

The salty sweet

Five years young

Chugging down an apple juice

After you’ve skinned your knee at the park

 

Tastes like tears;

You haven’t tasted/licked at/ the memory

Since you fell over in your backyard

Eight years young, three /years/ too old to ask for help

Or a feel-better treat.

 

Tastes like tears;

Now you’re drinking it

Sixteen years old

You’ve got an appreciation for it now.

Your friend doesn’t know this means

As much as it does.

 

She’s bought apple juice with a visit

After you wave her off, much later

When hours have spun from that one/the first/ moment

Didn’t bother keeping /to keep/ track of where the time is travelling /travels/

Now your eyes are

/Eyes/ tracking her car into the grey night

Tears that taste five years young,

Belonging to a simpler hurt.

But this one doesn’t ache so bad, either.