Georgia blogs her poem: an ode to a conker

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