“Flying on a Pomegranate: Not Afraid of Love and Fruit ”

In “Flying on a Pomegranate: Not Afraid of Love and Fruit ”, joy, color, and imagination rise weightless above the world.

Two cheerful girls float high in the sky, riding not a balloon, but a ripe, bursting pomegranate — its red seeds like stars exploding from fruit. Laughter fills the air. Below them, a boy ascends toward their floating world, clinging to a smaller pomegranate with a bouquet in hand, his gift held close, his intent clear.

Another boy sits atop the girls’ flying fruit — a quiet observer. A ladder stretches from him down to them, but he hasn’t yet descended. Maybe he waits. Maybe he wonders.

All around, pomegranates and green leaves spin through the sky like thoughts, like feelings, like summer. The scene is painted in thick, juicy strokes — colors so bright they hum. This isn’t just a flight — it’s a moment of connection, of lightness, of something about to happen.

“Flying on a Pomegranate: Not Afraid of Love and Fruit ”

by Veranika Khvorashch

Two girls rise in ruby air,
In a fruit that split with sudden flair.
Seeds like stars trail through the blue,
Laughter bright and sunlight too.

A boy ascends on smaller flight,
A bouquet held in fingers tight.
His eyes reach up before his hands —
Hope climbs faster than it plans.

Above them perches someone still,
Upon the bursting fruit’s red hill.
A ladder swings from where he waits,
Not yet sure if joy’s his fate.

Around them — leaves, and sky, and flame,
A flying world too bold to name.
And in the color, thick and wide —
Love and courage softly ride.