to propagate our orchard
A breakup "nonet" love poem
By Gina C.Published about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Jametlene Reskp on Unsplash
To propagate our orchard, we slit
our fig trees. These sacred clippings
flourished—produced buds; thrived. We
cared for these new lives—tucked
them in earth, watched as
they slept—but our
parent stems
-could not-
mend.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
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Comments (12)
Oh this is wonderful, love the juxtaposition of the beautiful summer sky and new beginnings against the ending 😢
Beautiful poem and love the connection to mother earth. I actually read yesterday but wanted to come back to comment ❤️
This is such a poignant and relatable work.
Oh ouch :( That was so beautifully worded but heartbreaking.
That’s beautiful Gina, 😊😊
Awesome
Our parents stems could not mend, that was a gut punch. Loved your Nonet!
Love this, Gina! Wow.
Oh wow. This is fantastic. I especially love the ending.
Love this. Excellent metaphor.
Wow, this is an excellent metaphor
I love your nonet. Well done. "To propagate our orchard...." Lovely choice of words.