Penn Kemp
“Golden apples of the
sun”
wrote Yeats and he
might have described these.
Okanagan apples,
tinged red,
descend from one Golden
Delicious, sparking
sensation among taste, touch
and aroma.
Crisp
on the tongue between
sweet and ever so
slightly sour.
Hinting mystery.
*
Old tales tell of
tainted apples, tempting.
Not just to eat the fruit proffered by
Serpent or Lilith for the tree
of knowledge.
*
But tantalizing too.
“Who is fairest
of them all?”
Maleficent clings to
beauty’s power
and poisons that
upstart Snow White, offering
her the apple
no-one could
resist.
*
Eris, goddess of
Discord, cunningly
labels her golden apple “For
the Most Beautiful”.
And sits back
laughing to await
the display.
*
Three goddesses swarm
to
claim their prize from Paris, Prince
of Troy.
Hera, Athena
and Aphrodite, goddess of Beauty—
she who
promised Paris the
loveliest woman in the world—
how could he not
award her the trophy?
Miffed, the rejected
ones revenge
themselves on Troy, ongoing
for a decade and more.
*
The apple still
belongs
to Lilith, to Venus/Aphrodite.
Open one
sideways and her emblem
is revealed, splayed
in a star circle of five seeds.
*
“As seen from above,
the orbit
of Venus forms a near-perfect
pentagram, with the five lobes”
Tell me how the
ancients gathered
such correspondence. Tell me how
the apple tree knows.
How seeds drop to the
earth and some
grow.
Poet, performer and
playwright Penn Kemp has been celebrated as a trailblazer since her
first publication of poetry by Coach House (1972). She was London's inaugural
Poet Laureate (2010-13) and Western University’s Writer-in-Residence (2009-10).
Chosen as the League of Canadian Poets’ Spoken Word Artist (2015), Kemp has
long been a keen participant/activist in Canada’s cultural life. Recent tiles
include P.S. (with Sharon Thesen, Fall 2020); Fox Haunts; Local
Heroes; River Revery and Barbaric Cultural Practice.
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