It all started this morning when I read an email that my friend, Roger, sent me which included some pictures. The pomegranate above is one of those pictures. It looks like it's floating in air, doesn't it?
Roger is a fantastic gardener. He and my best friend, Suzanne, live in Sonoma, California on about 3/4 of an acre. Roger has planted it with many kinds of fruits, vegetables, herbs, flowers, and 9 varieties of pomegranates with such alluring names as Kashmir, Garnet Sash, Angel Red, Pink Satin, Eversweet, Grenada, Sharp Velvet, Red Silk. He actually put in 3407 garlic plants, 45 different varieties! I've eaten some of the garlic that he's grown and it is superior to anything you'd purchase in a market. I usually get a box sent to me each year and it is always welcomed, always used! Truthfully, I do not know how to cook without garlic.
Looking at the picture prompted several thoughts to go racing through my mind - Pomegranate Ginger sorbet, Fennel and Arugula salad with pomegranate seeds and last, but not least, Persephone and her pomegranate seeds.
The story of Persephone disturbed me for many years - abduction and rape by Hades who was given "the okay" by Zeus - until I started thinking of it as a story fabricated by a patriarchal culture to rewrite what the original story
probably was might have been. You know - the victors of war rewrite history. Or herstory. I found this powerful poem, Persephone: Reprise, written by Diane di Prima - it is the final passage from a much longer poem, Loba. I will need to buy this book of poetry and immerse myself in it.
I also found a couple of articles that discuss this poem - you can find them here and here (page 172). I thought both were interesting reads; I'm still working on getting through the second article.one "life" is not more real than the other not in "deflowering" do we come into bloom; we have been always there at the fluid boundary of Hades we spring continuously into life & death this is the province of the co-emergent mother this is the daughter, sixteen, wrathful & ready nor is the daughter separate from the mother fruit within fruit; a sweetness known only at the source where the fountain divides becomes itself where fruit & seed & flower dance equally exchanging shapes exchanging essences there is no knife can sever me from her where I go down to bleed, to birth, to die
Pomegranates - food for the body, food for thought.
(Image by Susan Seddon Boulet)
The first picture beneath the Label section of my blog is a picture of Persephone, done by Patricia Ariel, a very gifted artist.