The Spellbook of Fruit and Flowers
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The capricious world of relationships is something everyone has navigated, often wishing for a magic spell to release them from its hold. In The Spellbook of Fruit and Flowers, Christine Butterworth-McDermott delves into these dark partnerings, using the symbolism of the natural world, particularly plants and their taxonomy, as metaphor. With references to myth and legend, science and history, these poems trace the dangers that arise from seduction, betrayal, and the need to find “pulp over pit.” Here, snakes slither, pomegranates are bitten, and forests burn. Yet, there is also a determination to embrace the “resilience of flesh and spirit.” Tethered birds are freed, dahlias mean "to survive," and restorative limes are offered. While never shying away from trauma, and its effects, Butterworth-McDermott always encourages the reader to “blink at the new leaf, the green wood /visible beneath the bark of the vine.” While the world may be full of poison, the poems here are a salve.
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The Spellbook of Fruit and Flowers - Christine Butterworth-McDermott
PART I
I HEAR YOU’RE SICK OF POMEGRANATES
You’re lying. Desire is just dormant.
The fruit, a globe easily pierced, is open
and splayed for you—red flesh
peeled back, an untoggled coat,
the smallest bead a metaphor for how we cluster
around the core of life, clinging
to tenuous fibers, shoulder to shoulder
with fragile comrades.
I suspect, that in the past, you’ve sucked juice
out each gemlike seed, your mouth
pursed in pleasure. You enjoyed it
when there were bowls, full.
Only now do you curse all
the effort. What you really hate is the reminder
that there were no apples in Eden—
history and topography don’t correlate:
North America, the Middle East.
And it has made you bitter
to know pomegranates led you here,
to this loneliness, to this knowledge
that you are not some God.
You liked to think the tree, the roots, the fruit
were all yours, rather than some lucky
design, a bright supernatural gift,
but now as you hold it, orb to palm,
you know your own coat
must be thrown back, your own life broken
open and plucked, bit into,
let go discarded,
falling to earth.
Seeds and blood cannot be contained.
You know that—even as you use
such empty words as tiresome, familiar,
predictable. You know that you would take
the fruit greedily, piece by piece,
and devour it,
if it were only offered by some soft hand.
HERE IS THE GREEN APPLE
Here is me, here is you—
if we get down to this rot, to the worm,
do we watch it morph to serpent?
If we get down to the core,
would you plant the seeds or throat
their poison? Here is the tree, forbidden.
we slither each time we bite
and hold sweet flesh on tongues, dancing
around cyanide.
I cannot make you less Adam, me less Eve
so here is the end:
swallow the seed, swallow the seed.
SPELL FOR ATTRACTION, CONTAINING BELLADONNA
Your eyes are familiar: purple like the skin
of a fruit she’s bitten—
In another life, this girl addressed you
and undressed you without hesitation
but in this one, she rocks her loneliness
until the Fates grant her some unwinding.
The spell says first she must dig
in the black
dirt, pull up
the nightshade,
replace it
breadsalt brandy
let the hole
devour
these gifts
then shovel the dirt back over, bury
that which she offers up.
The spell says she must trek
for home, moist ground mucking up
her shoes. The spell says she must
not speak on the way across the field.
She must not speak until the hearth
greets her. Then she may think how
both now must be joined. The spell says
to grind the leaves, boil them down,
drop that tea in the eyes.
The spell promises they will grow wide
and beautiful—bella donna
—she will blink the power
of the root. The spell says
you will not be able to look away.
IF YOU WERE TO CHANGE ME INTO FLOWER
If you were to change me into flower,
blossom me open.
Let me radiate as poppy—
I cannot hothouse
dance under closed glass.
I cannot rose or orchid.
If you were to change me give me
common ground.
Let my dark eye remain open,
ever aware despite harsh
sun. And at the dim of dusk, let me
umbrella-down.
It would be enough to lay under a field of stars.
It would be enough to be brushed
by your tanned cheek.
It would be enough to swell against your