I made cider with the apples in your orchard.

I made cider with the apples in your orchard
Collected them under the full moon. She, jealous
Of the soft caresses of my fingertips on the ripe red skin,
Ready, ready for the picking
(The night and day is for us to own, dear, for us)
We drank it, drank it all with our feet in the mud,
Bruised knees, dirt on our fingers, and wild, wild eyes.
Got drunk on forbidden juice.
We made bacchanals of ourselves, and danced with the old Gods.
(The night and day is for us to own, dear, for us)
Girls like us should know better, but we are not embroideries,
Not lace, or soft marble bodies to be painted and revered.
We pound our feet and sing ancient songs, and
Salute the sun with untameable hearts.
(The night and day is for us to own, dear, for us. Forever more.)

This is an absolutely lovely poem by Marie-Josée Létourneau, I discovered it through Magpie Magazine (a zine on folk music/art/writing etc, which I LOVE) although unfortunately I can't find anything about Ms Létourneau online, so I can't read anymore of her poetry. Oh well, I think it's gorgeous, I've read it so many times now, especially the lines;


Girls like us should know better, but we are not embroideries, 
Not lace, or soft marble bodies to be painted and revered.

I don't know why I find that particular line so engaging but for some reason I do, hope you enjoy it as much as I do x

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