writernotwaiting:lunariagold:At first I thought it was a vampire, then the pomegranates took over… M
writernotwaiting:lunariagold:At first I thought it was a vampire, then the pomegranates took over… Maybe they are pomegranate dryads?Nobody tells me anything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯luna is letting me re-blog this gorgeous work of art with my poem attached – look at how the reds contrast with the pale skin, and how those those long sinuous lines pull everything together. It makes me shiver.——————————-Verse Epistle: WhatYou Like (Eva Mae Hamilton)You lovepomegranates.Such a baffling fruitall seed,so little juice.I prefer pedestrian fruit.Chambersburg peachesslurpy, sweet, soft,dripping down my chin,my armmy shirt,an excess of …well, you know.Is that too easy?perhaps pleasure should come in little bitsafter a great deal of work.perhaps it should be exotic and mysterious,perhaps it should be worthy of dreams,mythological,savoring of springtime and of death.Perhaps.It’s true,my peachesarelong agosliced,frozen,sealed in jars,savored,and gone.Now I eat applesand drink strong, dark coffee.It seems more importantto just pay attention,not feel the long, slow slide of warm syrup drip off my chin.Perhaps.If you can explain these things to mesome time,I promise to pay attention.Oh god once again it is so perfect! I am honoured to have my artwork paired with this lovely poetry; thank you!! \(￣▽￣)/ -- source link
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