2012 National Finalist


Your ruby jewels
Stain like drops of blood
Waiting to burst on the tip of my tongue
The taste buds of sweetness

Your rough crimson rind
Your bitter flesh
Not for taste but as protection
A waxy shell for preservation

Your sweet and sour pulp
Lets me travel to a blazing plateau in Iran
Or to a mild summer in the Himalayas
Your blissful juices quench my undying thirst

Punica granatum

From the words of God
Of yarn and golden bells
Along the hem of Aaron’s robe
For divine things among men
Of blue, of purple, of scarlet

The seeded apple
The emblem of fruitfulness


Skylar Sang, age 13
Honolulu, Hawaii
Punahou School
Teacher: Joe Tsujimoto

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