NaPoWriMo #2

Today's prompt was to write about mythology, but not greco-roman mythology. This is actually something I've been meaning to do, so I had fun with this.

While Slicing Apples 

Time has swallowed Idunn’s apples
But the hunger for them still remains
Alive within the bellies of us all.
Imagine this: the perfect shine of skin

Beneath the moonlight, scent of apple blossoms
In the air, and you let down your hair
Into the wind without a sense of time
Because the world is endless at the cusp June.

Who wouldn’t give it all to have that feeling once again?
When like a god, you stood before your life
And saw it tucked inside a flower bud
With petals neatly folded, ready to explode,

Burst open with the scent of pollen on the air
That perfumed your life with the smell of tomorrow.