Friday, February 11, 2011

Pomegranate Stains

Persephone knows the hard truth:
 
once you eat the seeds,
 
there is no turning back.
 
 
 
Forbidden fruit always
 
has a rotten after-taste.
 
 
 
Six months multiplies and we're stuck
 
in a winter long-enduring.
 
Our fingers are sticky with guilt,
 
our guts gnawing on sorrow.
 
 
 
So we remain
 
under with the lifeless
 
eyes and open-palmed words like slaps
 
leaving their imprints on our souls.
 
 
 
The Iron Queen has no pity
 
for those who take what isn't theirs.
 
--Christie Lambert is a small-town, southern writer who loves prose and poetry. She is currently obsessed with learning how to play the guitar, and is in real danger of being driven insane by the F Major chord. Christie can be contacted at christiedlambert at gmail.com.

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