if you dare
peel away this skin, this
wrapping of rose gold;
lay bare these workings before you
and gaze long and lovingly
upon rubies in handfuls,
circuits nestled in dream-sweet cells like
so many hearts not yet awakened;
upon alchemy raw and ancient, older
than the words of the ocean.
joniper said:
For some reason I’m thinking about Persephone and her 6 pomegranate seeds.
xacrest said:
WINNING. that’s the image i had in my head when i started this =D you made my day!!
georgie lorimer said:
Gorgeous whatnotings on this poem. There’s something rather magical about pomegranates.
xacrest said:
so glad you liked it! I do love pomegranates.