Bittersweet Poem by Frank Avon

Bittersweet



Pomegranate husks
are hard as stone
dry to our lusts
as Elijah's bones

Pomegranate seed
in their lusciousness
invite us
into her dark suite

Pomegrante juice
is sharp and tart
startling us
lest our lips fly loose

What you see
doesn't always dance
the way all flesh
fancies Zeus's mead

Saturday, January 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sensual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 31 January 2015

Haunting this poem is our knowledge that a pomegranate seed Persephone ate in the Underworld had an effect roughly analogous to the bite of the apple in Eden, and just as the Fall felix culpa (!) ied to the Redeemer and salvation so the story of Persephone led to the Eleusinian Mysteries which promised a blessed immortality for its initiates. And much later Paul referred to the death and resurrection of Jesus as a Mystery because that connection helped them understand the new but not entirely new faith in a blessed salvation.Out of sacrifice and suffering comes salvation - that is the bittersweet truth of ancient belief - but once achieved salvation eliminates the bitter to reveal only the sweet. Taste and see how sweet the Lord, chanted the Psalmist. Your poem celebrates this wonderful spiritual nexus.

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