Illustration by meraki.blues

An Empty Orchard, Rotting by T. Haven Morse

Illustration by meraki.blues
Illustration by meraki.blues
Though the fruit once was good,
now it rots in infamy and shame.

Spoiled by tyrants and selfish men.

I ate once of the tree when I was good,
now I wither in humiliation, sorrow, regret.
A slave to my own selfish whimsy.
Please, won’t someone plant a seed once again,
start us fresh, a new day of beginnings.
If not, what will dare to grow in Life’s orchard?

About the Author

Living and writing between the realms of reality and fiction, award-winning poet T. Haven Morse pens work that dances on the fences between humor, offense, joy, and obscurity. She has numerous pieces published in mags and journals, as well as, two collections of solely her work published – “Flooded By” and “Beam Me Up, Yoda.” For more information about Morse and her work, visit

About the Illustrator

You can check more of’s art here.

An Empty Orchard, Rotting is part of the weekly poem publications from the literary collection The Machinery. You can submit your poetry and fiction here.

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3 thoughts on “An Empty Orchard, Rotting by T. Haven Morse

  1. Thank you for sharing this piece with the world! And huge thanks to Meraki Blues for the accompanying art! I see hair and leaves, rot and life. Beautiful and deep. 🙂

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