Autumn Run (Haiku)

Sat, 23 Oct 2010 00:42:15 -0400

Crunch, Crunch, Ska-rish, Crunch

My sneakers upset the leaves

My heavy breath fogs

Pomegranate

Sat, 23 Oct 2010 00:34:40 -0400

Round, rosy globe

Your ruddy flesh only hints at the treasure within

Revealing it is a pain-staking process, a test of worthiness.

I cut into your deep flesh and split you open

I peel away the delicate honeycombed membrane

I discover juicy garnets glittering in bunches like fresh salmon roe.

Carefully, lovingly, I pick each gem and bring it to my mouth

Staining my fingers, redding my lips

I taste the sweet-tartness of Persephone’s bane.