Today’s note comes from Hatti Whitman (@hattiw). You can find her where she blogs as the beautifully named http://secondstartotherightandyouknowtherest.wordpress.com/
It seems so long ago, now,
and indeed it is forever,
since I was wrenched from golden girlhood,
to this shadowland below.
My mother’s voice is tearful
and she says ‘Do you not see?
the trees have wept their leaves, my daughter
and point naked to the sky.’
But still I taste each moment,
(for it lingers on the tongue)
the pomegranate sweet-sharp –
the seed he bade me eat.
A prelude to endless shadows
and to his cool grey gaze.
How to tell them that I love him
though he took me from the sun?
Three drops of jewelled brightness
for three months below the earth.
They may call me summer’s daughter
but my heart lies with the dark.
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