Marble sculpture by Bernini
I won't promise you the apple
My love is not always sweet & ripe
But they're yours to keep like petals
plucked, crowning your golden hair
My words can be thistle & inferno
I won't promise you, the apple
Under sky of summer blue
I live in sea of flames, crimson as my hands
But they're yours to return to, like petals
pressed of lily, violets and white trillium
Bounded with pomegranate seeds
I won't promise you the apple
Only its seeds that harbors spring
And comes with steady beat, My love
They are yours. Keep them as petals
perfumed of devouring storm. Fear no falls
As I will always be here, your safe landing
I promise you, not only the apple, but fruits
of all my seasons, yours to keep, unpetalled-
Inspired by ending line of Carilda Olivar Labra's poem:
Eve's Discourse: my love, and I promise you the apple.
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Promising hosted by Karin
and Poets United - A villanelle form of a sort ~ Thanks for the visit ~
