Ode to A Conker
An imperfect sphere bouncing patches of light,
Shrivelled like a raisin.
A rich mahogany creates a depth of everlasting pools of darkness.
Dappled blemishes of dark brown bruises,
Ripples echoing out from the spine.
A burnt popcorn kernel,
With dimpled crevices.
An opening large brown eye,
Reflecting dully like the moon.
A horse’s matted coat,
The colour of a chocolate truffle.
The froth on top of a steaming latte.
The oily skin of a honeycomb shell.
Like a rotting pumpkin after Halloween.
A stoned avocado.
Wrinkly sun scorched skin,
Ribcaged in cocoa waves.
by Georgia Elms