The Commonest Blue<\/strong><\/p>\n

And now you break me open like
\na pomegranate thrown against a wall.
\nMy heart in imitation of that fruit
\nhas locked itself in unnumbered cells
\narranged like with Sebus\u2019 strange
\nsymmetry.<\/p>\n

Our shadows tessellate on grasses
\nillegible as water laden pulp.The grounds
\nkeeper swore he saw something move\u2014
\nthere! By them grave sentry theatres.<\/p>\n

We hung round a little while past the
\npresentation, broadening our cultivation,
\nblazoning a complex coat of arms behind
\nour heads, talking excitedly, on Artemis,
\nour voices grew in tiers like shrubs baring
\nall of their fatal, chambered fruit in a
\nsingle season.<\/p>\n

Artemis, born of a quail, you told me
\nbroke a pomegranate to wear for a
\nserrated crown. I knew from my own
\nreadings she once tamed a bear, and
\nwent round in a chariot pulled by golden
\nhorned deer.<\/p>\n

And I thot but did not say to you that I am
\nlike her, for men who saw her naked body
\nbefell tragedy. I am uninterested however
\nin archery. I am shot at, not the one to shoot.<\/p>\n

Also, I have been flanked, times, on
\neither side by common blue butterflies.<\/p>\n

~ Bree<\/p>\n