Goethe visits
Schiller
but Schiller
is out & about.
Goethe sits at
Schiller's writing desk
awaiting
his return
but almost passes out
with the smell....the smell!
For Schiller can't write
without this smell
rotting apples
(stashed away in a drawer)
Each line flowing from this pungencey
each line drenched in the scent
of apples...
apples rotting.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/schiller-is-a-rotten-apple/
