Strange Fruit
BY JOCELYN ROYAL
Artwork by Sophia Weissman
And when we stand still
So too does the shadow
Faithful to a fault,
following footstep to footstep
Black as the night,
picking cotton clouds like
strange fruit plucked from
the boughs of poplar trees
But when the sun hangs still,
the shadow flies free
when the high noon chimes,
just a minute of eclipse
Free like daylight,
singing hymns of paradise lost
strange fruit flung from
the boughs of poplar trees
Keep your shadows close
for they will slip away
when the time is right
and the sun hangs like
High Noose.
About the Author
Jocelyn Royal is a senior Biology major with a minor in Creative Writing, and they have never been happier than to get to partake in this creative endeavor. They've previously been published in Quiddity, Phantasm, and The Machine Mag, and they're hopeful that they'll be able to continue writing even after they graduate.Â