Serpent

Thank you, Tod, for dropping by for a read, and the comment.       
        
The westernization of the stories that appear in the St James Bible and so on have some of the original intent but saying it was an apple is part of that "western" version outside the holy lands where the pomegranate would be appropriate to the region, and which I've seen used. It wasn't a choice I made lightly.  And besides, an apple as a euphemism in this case is not nearly as effective as a pomegranate. Not only that, but for the way a pomegranate is thought of in a symbolic sense.         
        
Plus, the fact that it "bleeds" the way it does.  I know about this firsthand because I've made homemade    pomegranate jelly numerous times and brother, eating half a pomegranate with your hands is one thing, but when you process batches of the seeds once you've removed them from the husk is a whole different experience cause that fruit literally hemorrhages once you remove the skin from the seeds that holds all that gorgeous red juice.         
        
Otherwise, did you enjoy the poem, sans the apple?

Oh my! Still meditating on this ink, Jade-Pandora. Lovely ink.

Thank you very much, Joe, I hope it's the good kind of meditation. :)

jade, dearest heart, what an exquisite chiaroscuro you unveil here...
"when I succumb the weight
of cool scales wrapping around
the membrane, smothering
rubies of luscious red with the
undulations of your legless crawl,
to the heady quench and thirst
between the spongy chambers
of bloodied pith."
^^^^^
oh my darkest stars, the senses reel & heart beats in throat
... this is a keeper indeed
xo

How wonderfully you start out your comment, so apropos to its usage, I love that you used "chiaroscuro" - one seldom sees it, and yet you use it for me, to attribute it's qualities of light and dark contrasts beautifully to my poem, and that alone should have me swoon from the fluttering heart, by sensory winding, breathless, to the spiraling upwards to the stars that decline to shine... a bit of a rhyme unintended but we are well mended *smiles* ...oh all right, that's enough of that, Miss Jade!

I love your tribute, Katja, thank you so much! <3

The Greeks maintained the pomegranate was the fruit of the underworld - used by HadesRising to seduce his niece into becoming his bride thus producing seasons of death, cold and darkness ...

Your ink reflects that same seduction ... the bloody pearls of the fruit serve well to capture innocence

Bravo!

*applauds you appreciatively in return!*

Ohh Lobo, how lovely that you brought this up in your comment so that others stopping by might also gain from its knowledge, I love it!  And I thank you for seeing more levels in the poem and enjoying it as you do, you're most kind!

Jade,

Damn!!! This was awesome! But, I'm gonna stay with peach.....something about its fuzziness just makes me happy ;-)

tornado

Ohh tornado, I love when I hear from you, no matter which angle you take, I always smile and can't wait to read your comments!    
 
Now I wouldn't mind a peach now and then myself *she whispers confidentially* but the juice from one would leave me sticky all over for days! *chuckles*  
 
Ah I almost forgot... and thank you, dear, for enjoying the poem as you obviously did - for me that's better than any fuzz off a peach, hee!

I can't express how much I really liked this one Jade. It seems to me to be sodden in religion and takes me back to my Catholic school days and turns them on their head. Of course I could just be reading into it what I want to see. Loved it.
John

Well I tell you John, I learned a long time ago that, however a reader perceives one's writing, you #1 can learn from how they picture and feel what it's about, and it's slightly different with anyone, and you can learn from all of them.  That's why it's great when people leave comments that give you some insight about their "take" the way you have done with me.  And #2 is: there is no right way or wrong way to what you "read" into a piece, usually when it comes to poetry because prose gives more for a reader to go on.  So I'm glad you shared that with me because I can't imagine what it's like for anyone to have that kind of schooling as a child and how it affects you as you grow into and mature as an adult in society.  I could never fake it when it comes to writing about the experience.  Have you ever written anything that reflects your educational upbringing?  There must be some creative fodder waiting somewhere in your memories.

Oh dear, did I remember to actually thank you for your comment somewhere in all those words?  Well even so, I'll say it again -- thank you so much for coming by for a read and a comment, John.

The imagery is so sharp, vivid, and hypnotizing...  I am enthralled... Excellent, excellent, work

*bows slowly then looks up quickly*

Thank you, Geoff, that means a lot for the way I know how this piece has impacted you.  Truly an honor.

I feel I am in the presence of a predator... and single-minded pursuit.

Lovely intrigue penned in each thought, poetess.. I am honored to meet your pages!

"when I succumb the weight
of cool scales wrapping around
the membrane, smothering"
~descriptive & sensually well writ. can *feel this one..  ;)

"rubies of luscious red with the
undulations of your legless crawl.."
~the imagery here is a fine swack to my senses.. [ty]

I'm reminded me of the ultimate [/permanent] staining, with your use of pomegranate vs apple.
cleverly adds depths to my interpretation[s]..
~~>giggled at your apple disclaimer too, btw ;)

I am awash in imagery of the scarlet pour and think this piece very special as it could fit many other
categories as well as dark, erotic/spiritual.
enjoyed w/much respects Lady Jade,
~d

This is superb, Jade. Excellent ink. Temptation, it seems, is always just around the corner.

Top shelf!

Why thank you, Andy.  But no one can reach it being up so high.

Ask for help.

Yes others might, but I wrote it, it’s always archived within myself.

So what page are you on now?

Page 33. Getting close to the end. Or the beginning?

Hmm, I’d say it’s interchangeable, or a cycle never-ending.  (and there’s my latest on the page that grows even now...)

Remind me that I stopped on Restless.