Mabon by Danielle Marie Cahill

Mabon Danielle Marie Cahill We choose three glowing apples in the greengrocerand take them home: one for each of us,polished scarlet.I slice them horizontally, so when I open the fleshyou both see the pattern of seed stars in the centre.A gasp,and you reach out with curious hands to touch them,picking out the pips with pointed fingers.You create celestial shapes on the tabletop,arguing over one stray seed although it is mine.We bite into the fruit, careful to leave behind the Pleiades: joyful sisters shining in the core.They hold us enraptured in Mabon sweetness. More from Danielle Marie Cahill ↓* @daniellecahillwriter on Instagram Mentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form