Pomegranate

The crimson jewel bursts forth from the bough,

A promise of sweetness, a hidden vow.

Pomegranate, a fruit of myth and desire,

Kindled by legends, set hearts aflame with fire.

Persephone's plight, etched in the flesh so red,

Half the year stolen, down to the underworld led.

Six pomegranate seeds, a forbidden taste,

Bound to the darkness, a life forever displaced.

Demeter's sorrow, the barren land's despair,

Winter's icy grip, a world devoid of care.

But springtime's return, with Persephone's grace,

Life's tapestry woven, in nature's embrace.

The pomegranate's crown, a reminder of the cost,

The bittersweet bargain, forever at what's lost.

Love and duty entwined, a goddess's plight,

A cycle of seasons, bathed in eternal light.

Aphrodite's symbol, born from Adonis' blood,

Love's passionate yearning, misunderstood.

Beauty from sacrifice, a phoenix in flight,

Eternal devotion, a love that burns ever bright.

Within the ruby heart, a treasure untold,

Jems of glistening red, a story to unfold.

Seeds of fertility, life's promise they hold,

A symbol of abundance, more precious than gold.

In ancient rituals, offerings they made,

Pomegranate's bounty, a sacred charade.

For healing and wisdom, its power revered,

A fruit of the gods, dearly held and feared.

The poets sing praises, of its taste divine,

A symphony of flavors, a nectar that intertwines

Sweetness with tartness, a complexity bold,

A taste that lingers, a story yet untold.

Artists capture the essence, in oil and in stone,

A burst of color, a form to be known.

A symbol of plenty, a centerpiece grand,

Adorning the table, a gift from the land.

But darkness also whispers, in the pomegranate's core,

A deception hidden, forevermore.

Eros and Psyche's tale, a forbidden task,

A single seed tasted, a love built to last.

Deception unveiled, trust shattered and torn,

A reminder that secrets, a heavy burden are born.

Lessons learned in darkness, the price of desire,

Love's fragile foundation, set ablaze with fire.

The pomegranate, a paradox so grand,

Life and death entwined, in a single hand.

Symbols of rebirth, and love's endless might,

A fruit of contradictions, bathed in eternal light.

So let the pomegranate stand, a jewel so bright,

A reminder of journeys, and battles we fight.

A taste of the past, a promise yet to come,

The pomegranate's legacy, forever to hum.