Split This Rock Poem of the Week: Lori Desrosiers
June 18, 2010 · By Sarah Browning
A moment of verse, brought to you by the folks from Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
A weekly featured poem of provocation and witness. You can find more poetry and arts news from Blog This Rock.
That Pomegranate Shine
Two brides arise from the river, shivering and shining like pomegranate seeds.
– Words from an Armenian Song
I was the wrong kind of bride,
more sweat than glisten,
more peach than pomegranate.
At twenty-three, in love with marriage,
not the man,
I plunged into rough water,
bringing grandmother’s candlesticks,
mother’s books and two silver trays.
Ten years later, I emerged shivering,
dragging my ragged volumes,
one candlestick and two babies.
On the bank, I shook off the water
Standing with my children,
looking out over the river,
the new brides asked me where
I got that pomegranate shine.
- Lori Desrosiers
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