Paul StJohn Mackintosh

Writing * Poetry * Dark Fiction * Weird * Fantastic * Horror * Fantasy * Science Fiction * Literature

New poem

The Pine Nut

A pine nut in the palm of my hand
between head and heart lines, just short of fate,
centred within the plain of Mars;
it looked so gravid, lying there,
so self-contained, thrust and repose,
recursive oval, pale gravel from
the stone pine gardens of Italy;
an edible seed, asking to be palmed
and swallowed whole, to germinate … where?