The summer she was eleven
she wanted only pomegranates –
extracting the seeds, one by one,
biting out the tart pulp, lips magenta,
leaving white honeycomb
empty nests –
waiting for the first drops of red
to fall between her legs.
meet the author
Emma Hellyer
Emma Hellyer is a writer/poet living in France, currently writing a poetry collection which turns around questions of kindness, kinship, belonging and exile, from the perspective of a British migrant. She worked for 23 years at the Council of Europe in Strasbourg, running the [...]
