Image credit: Kostis Argyriadis
If you accept the apple
you must accept the bite,
the lips that bit the flesh,
the legs that climbed the tree,
the eyes that looked and lusted
for what was in between and above
the white cleft rising in the speckled light,
all the crucifixes after and the rising flags since.

Pondering on the origins of poetic archetypes, religion, and the need for national symbols.
Jonathan Moya reads Paramythology