purple fates

how red can a cherry get
when drunk with sunlight?
just enough to kiss the tree goodbye
and roll down to feel
earth's asperities.
there
the cherry spills its blood
all over the (maybe) ignorant rocks,
(i wonder) –
teaching them the poetry of redness,
and the rocks
in exchange
peel the cherry's sacrificial skin
and dig within its flesh
for the pip.
would you recognize the ghost of the flower
when watching altogether
the bones of the cherry
among those of the rocks?




Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-02 at 16:37

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countryfog
Perhaps your best, though I would be hard put to choose.

I was struck by "asperities" . . . language is such a paradox at times . . . asperities is soft and smooth and rolls off one's tongue (rather like the cherry), the opposite of its meaning. The poem would not be quite as evocative without that one word.
2012-12-02



Striking language and imagery. Such a contrast between the delicate blossom of a cherry tree and the luscious, sensual, black-red of its ripe fruit, 'the bones' of the flower.
2012-12-02