Glancing up at the sky, he nods goodbye to a silver sliver of moonlight and steps into the alleyway.
“For ages, pomegranates have symbolized love, fertility, and abundance. Inspired by the ancient myth of Persephone, the queen of the underworld and the goddess of spring growth, this beautiful pendant was designed by me (Natalia Moroz) and crafted by the jewelry designer Sergey Zhiboedov (my husband).
The pendant is shaped as a half of a ripe pomegranate, and its left side is set with 16 garnet cabochons (3×5 mm each). On the right side of the pendant, there is a relief of a naked woman. The back of the pendant is textured to imitate the rough pomegranate skin. The pendant is made of sterling silver and has been oxidized to bring out the details. The pendant is stamped with the jeweler’s mark and 925 (silver)
The pendant is 1.25″ (31 mm) wide, 1.5″(37 mm) high, and 0.4″(10 mm) deep. Wide bail (chain opening). The chain is not included.” [via]
“Silver Apples of the Moon” by Morton Subotnick from Morton Subotnick: Silver Apples Of The Moon / The Wild Bull
“And the full moon shone,
A glory for God’s eyes to dwell upon,
A path of silver furrowed in the air,
A gateway where an angel might have gone.
And forward gleamed a narrow way of earth
Crusted with salt: I watch the fairy birth
Of countless flashes on the crystal flakes,
Forgetting it is only death that makes
Its home the centre of that starry girth.
Yet, what is life?” [via]
“I lifted up my eyes. What soul stood there,
Fronting my path? Tall, stately, delicate,
A woman fairer than a pomegranate.
A silver spear her hands of lotus bear,
One shaft of moonlight quivering and straight.
She pointed to the East with flashing eyes:
‘Thou canst not see her—but my Queen shall rise.’
Bowed head and beating heart, with feet unsure
I passed her, trembling, for she was too pure.
I could have loved her. No: she was too wise.
Her presence was to gracious to endure.
‘She did not bid me go and chain me to her,’
I cried, comparing.” [via]
“but the immortal part makes all his labours vain, and turns his pyramids to ‘grains of sand,’ his ‘pillars’ to ‘dust on the fly’s wing,’ and makes of ‘his starry heavens a moth of gold and silver mocking his anxious grasp.'” [via]
“Some old magical writer, I forget who, says if you wish to be melancholy hold in your left hand an image of the Moon made out of silver, and if you wish to be happy hold in your right hand an image of the Sun made out of gold.” [via]