Pomegranate Nectar
Both sweet and bitter on my tongue,
red seeds freshly squeezed- spremuto!
to nectar in my glass.
If drinking means I must
return each year to Italy,
I shall not resist. Nothing
tastes like this kiss of a deeper world!
Faiths and hues, languages, views,
make the earth’s mosaic whole.
How many flavors life has,
and how few can one person sample.
Each enriches me, each
draws forth a face I didn’t know I had.
Melagrana in my mouth
and sliding slowly down my throat
brings me to spring,
to fruit trees all abloom.
This red nectar brings me running
straight into Demeter’s arms.
©Susa Silvermarie 2019
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