POMEGRANATE - Guest Post by Taylor Graham
Photo courtesy of The Shutterbug Eye POMEGRANATE Here you are — alive. Would you like to make a comment? - Mary Oliver One ruby seed as a memento – already lost in lush March grass trampled into mud by hooves or swarmed by a squabble of flies. This morning, as if still asleep in a dream parallel to daylight, you walked the pasture among horses perfectly at home, not wishing anything. Snow-drops on a stalk, wild iris in the meadow. Split husk of pomegranate – you dropped one seed, translucent as sunrise, ghost of Persephone’s globed fruit – as you walked between sky and earth that bears your footprints, a seed, an unsent letter.