Eve …

I walk in an exotic garden;
rhododendrons bloom
Carmine flames
of glossy petals fall,
awakening a memory
upon which I tread.
I recall a taste
astringent –
the pith
of the first pomegranate,
a texture;
the peel
like weathered skin …
And I remembered
the wonderment
of finding not seeds
that forbidden fruit
I ate,
in bejewelled spokes
of a mystic wheel
bitter-sweet rubies
ember red … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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