Pomegranates by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1650) In orchards fair where scarlet gems doth bloom Where pomegranates hung in rich perfume There, a suitor bold, Well endowed With charms And stories oft retold Oh to taste the seeds of love, Those rosey crimson buds For he too now was hung, As the pomegranates Beneath the sun His frame, a fortress of lust’s might, His sturdy lance, He takes perchance Of any fair maid Who brims desire His pomegranates ripe and Filled with fire His presence stirs mine heart's unquenchable thirst As Eros gives with pure delight. I dream of pomegranates And of spice ©2023 Sarnia de la Mare #saniadelamare #taletellerclub #WritingCommunity #writers #poetrytwitter #poet