Mabon

We choose three glowing apples in the greengrocer

and take them home: one for each of us,

polished scarlet.

I slice them horizontally, so when I open the flesh

you both see the pattern of seed stars in the centre.

A gasp,

and you reach out with curious hands to touch them,

picking out the pips with pointed fingers.

You create celestial shapes on the tabletop,

arguing over one stray seed although it is mine.

We bite into the fruit, careful to leave behind

the Pleiades: joyful sisters shining in the core.

They hold us enraptured in Mabon sweetness.

Danielle Cahill

Danielle Marie Cahill writes from leafy North London, where she lives with her family and two enchanting cats. She holds a degree in English from the University of Cambridge, and in 2024 she won the Caledonia Novel Award. Her credits include (amongst others) Witches, Witchology, Livina Press, Suburban Witchcraft, Underbelly Press, Quarter Press, Scribes Micro, Scribbled Online, MoonLit Getaway, Micromance, Apricot Press and Kaleidoscopic Minds magazines, she was a contributor to The Little Book of Birth Stories (Virago Press 2025), and her debut chapbook, Burnt Offerings, was published by Alien Buddha Press in September 2025, and it was also commended in Hedgehog Press’ summer 2025 pamphlet prize.

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