Where the Apple Falls resides at the intersections between woman/ female, both human and environmental, and the concepts to which she is often linked (without her consent): death; rebirth; victim; sexual/perverse. Seasons are crucial: from the birth of Spring through Autumn’s final harvest the work suggests a recasting of the farmer; a reclamation of both fall and redemption/ death/ (re)birth on her own terms.
Samiya gives an overview of the book:
Toward the coming night
Hennaed fingers push the carpet open:
first berry red
then midnight blue
an eggshell border marked with ink
the ecru of grandmother’s lamb stew.
Stomach growls readiness
to break a long day’s fasting.
Left knee crouched
on a leaf spray of green.
Right knee pressed
into an orange sunset.
Hands and feet ashy.
Blame arctic water washing.
Sandpaper throat too parched to speak.
Crooked back bowed into its new black moon.
Tired bones eek softened creaks, cautious now, hidden
in the ochre cushion of a moonlit oasis palm.
(c) Samiya Bashir
Reprinted, from Where the Apple Falls: poems (RedBone Press, 2005).