Still Life with Apricots

Elodie Barnes

She’s reading Proust
but no one reads Proust, not really;
when I ask her to read aloud
she recites, from memory,

‘..everything revolved around me in the darkness;
things, countries, years..’

all that and apricots too, the scent
pouring in through the open window,
cloaking the furniture, the quiet, 
the night. They’re overripe
and she says to stew them,
softly, with lavender honey

for a small moment of beauty
like we used to do

it’s been so long  

seasons have multiplied in her eyes
and in the twilight I count them 
as stars: something in me wants
to undress the sky

Elodie Barnes is a poet, reviewer, fiction writer, and essayist who can be found writing in France, Spain or the UK (usually mixing up her languages)Her work is heavily influenced by her travels and love of languages, as well as Modernism and Surrealism. Her flash fiction has been nominated for Best of the Net, and she is guest editor of the Life in Languages series at Lucy Writers’ PlatformFind her online at and on Twitter @BarnesElodie.