Anha

Australia

dreaming of goddesses, sunflowers and italian sunshine.
yet, every heaven has a hell under its surface.

we long for those we left behind:
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gosh, this is new. tried experimenting in a new style of poetry (inspired by astrobhbe), while dealing with some heavier subject matter. credit to the idea of the fruit from the tree of knowledge being a pomegranate goes to r.j.elsewhere.

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pomegranate seeds. | #raincontest

August 24, 2019

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9
an apple a day keeps the doctor
away, the old children’s rhyme
recalls. but you can’t afford apples
and the doctor wears a mask that
smells of herbs and flowers and death.
an apple a day keeps the doctor away,
you pray underneath your breath.
but the doctor is coming, there’s
nowhere to hide, how long before
you realise the doctor is not to be
feared? you never should have touched
those apples.
 
Adam, Adam, don’t listen to her,
all women are liars, you grieve.
Adam, Adam, don’t get lost in her eyes;
the Eve of the end, the darkest Eve.
 
it was never an apple,
they got that part wrong
for there is much more to sin
than a crunch and sweet nectar.
 
they bit the snow-white core,
you say, it’s symbolic of their
willingness to sacrifice their
purity and holiness. God laughs
with us at your foolishness,
why would sin be such a hue
as an off-white sweetness?
 
the serpent grins with too many
teeth, they were human, never
holy, God would have tired of them
soon enough. He likes His games,
you were never old enough to tell.
 
no, sin is much sweeter when
it doesn’t pretend to be pure.
because sin is the purest thing
there is, Mother tells you, as
she puts you to bed one night.
she has flaming red hair and
the yellow-slitted eyes of a
serpent. welcome back, you
say. it’s been so boring without
you.
 
sin was never something so
pasty as the off-white of
apple-flesh. sin was passion,
passion to love, kill, lust; sin
was the beating of our fragile
human hearts, long there before
rough hands threw us down to
Eden, how could you blame the
Devil for such human natures?
 
Devil, he dragged me down,
your human songs sing.
Devil, he dragged me down.
with pomegranate seeds and a flower crown.
Devil, he dragged me down.
 
and they saw their sin-stained lips
in the reflection of the moon over
the water; a sterling platter to their
downfall – they know it’s coming
but they’re so full of everything
and nothing and they need to be
filled and down is up and up is down
and they’re falling falling falling
into each other; the sky is so empty
and the sky is so full and they’re
scrabbling over and under and
over tree roots and the scorpion
stings for the first time.
 
and the scorpion stings for the
first time and they’re scrabbling
over and under and over tree
roots and the sky is so full and
the sky is so empty; they’re falling
falling falling into each other and
up is down and down is up and
they need to be filled and they’re
so full of nothing and everything
but they know it’s coming – they
saw their sin-stained lips
in the reflection of the moon over
the water; a sterling platter to their
downfall because they grasped like
greedy children at that bloody fruit;
smeared their gums with crimson
and tore apart bone-white ribcages
and lungs to reach that sinfully
saccharine fruit; one more one
one more just one more, God, just
one more one day another day one
more.
 
Kore, Kore, fauna and flora
how did you get your throne?
you made a deal,
you traded daffodils
for a kingdom of ash and bone.
 
the serpent grins with too many
teeth, they were human, never
holy, God would have tired of them
soon enough. He likes His games,
you were never old enough to tell.
 
you were never old enough to tell,
did He tell you that sinful fruit was
the source of His immortality too?
He took pride in saying how much
He loved his humans, but when it
came down to God, His power, and
His humans, love was nothing but
an empty word.
 
and Hades grins; Persephone
smiles sweetly, red lips vibrant
against the ashen tones of
their New York high-rise.
 
i give him want i want, one way or the other
i'll own your heart and soul, my lover
six feet
six feet
SIX FEET
under.
title and song excerpts from this poem are from julian moon's pomegranate seeds.
great song, highly reccommend it.

entry for r|a|i|n's contest which you can find here.

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6 Comments
  • weirdo

    gah this is so good wtf. how are you so amazing??? the repetition is amazing and i love the use of italics. the emotions are so real and it's all just so so beautiful and i want to say more but i can't because i don't know what to say. this is my favorite piece of yours and probably my favorite piece on wtw now


    6 months ago
  • t@sneem

    Absolutely brilliant and dramatically breathtaking.


    7 months ago
  • CLBL

    beautiful piece! and the song is a bop


    7 months ago
  • loveletterstosappho

    damnit anha this is brilliant and beautiful and fucking amazing. the purposeful exclusion of punctuation creates such a rushed, desperate, breathless tone and i'm obsessed with it. not sure how anyone is supposed to compete with this masterpiece. amazing work. honestly, i think this is my new favorite piece of yours


    7 months ago
  • r|A|i|N

    i agree with aryelee - this is going to haunt me. the desperate repetitiveness, the ongoing mentions of fruit and the way it ties back to "an apple a day" are all masterfully done. the rhythm and placing of the lines is wonderful as well. when i read this i imagine a sort of chant. your images here are just perfect.


    7 months ago
  • aryelee

    i've been sitting in shock for the past few minutes rereading this bc it's just so good. just. sdflkdjsaf;lksjad this is going to haunt me it's so good. i'll be walking to class and i'll remember lines like "how long before / you realise the doctor is not to be / feared? you never should have touched / those apples." and "but when it / came down to God, His power, and / His humans, love was nothing but / an empty word. " you pack so much emotion into such short lines and stanzas and your use of repetition and italics is genius. and that shift from biblical to greek mythos?? AMAZING. i literally don't know how to function after reading this it's so incredible!!


    7 months ago