Pomegranate
by Maya Massar
So ripe
I cannot eat it
With any semblance
Of politeness
Gory with its black-red juice
I am an animal
Vibrant with the naked hunt
Lush with the kill
I return to the prayer of ancestors
Mother of the Cave
Make me your witness:
I am She who Lives
Pomegranate
Too bloody for the rest
Has saved my life
Amen.
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Maya Massar (website) is a poet who dances, loves Africa and sings to celestial bodies and stones. Her first book of poetry, Risk; A Month of Poems, is available on Amazon.com. Maya’s current painting project “Sacred” will be on display at Vancouver, B.C.’s East Side Culture Crawl on November 20-22, where she will also be reading from her upcoming book The Amen Poems.
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“So ripe
I cannot eat it
With any semblance
Of politeness”
So, so true. You powerfully convey both the scariness and much-ness of the fruit.