Poetry

A forbidden thing

 

I offer you

Eve with the apple

you fear

poisoned sweetness.

Love that is sin

 

journeying

from heaven to hell.

Heaven in hell?

Not

 

 a garden

 curtained

 by spears of fire

 angels with flames

 but

 

an orchard

full of richness

round bright fruits

soft curves and fullness

polished and shining

pungent and moist

such earth warmth

 

ripe and juicy apple

bringing health

wholeness

 

See, love,

how good for you

this fruit they call

 forbidden

this love outlawed, feared

kept hidden, wasted

 apples left rotting

on the tree.

 

Take it

my love I offer you

myself to lick

to bite

to refresh yourself

with love

a forbidden thing.

 

Copyright © Miriam Hastings

 

 

The Woman in the Moon

 

There is a woman in the moon

living alone

and the space around her grows

vaster every day.

She watches the spinning earth

so far away

green with life in the sun

 

but then she turns away

and looks only

at the bare rock, the empty

moonscape of her life

and the void of endless space

with no boundaries

to rest her eyes.

 

She reaches out her arms -

but then they drop

and hang empty at her sides.

 

(First published, Spokes, Issue 17)

Copyright © Miriam Hastings

 


 

    Notes from an East London garden

 

Creaking spider’s web

 a rotary line spinning

 carrying strange prey.

 

Aimlessly a boy

 kicks his ball against the fence

 over and over.

 

On the back step his

 grandmother sits, grinding seeds

 cumin and mustard

 

coriander and

 fennel, scenting the hot breeze

 his mouth salivates.

 

Unseen a fox lurks

 saturates the air; sharp smell,

 a troubling wildness.

 

Copyright © Miriam Hastings