Black Raspberries Again
I’ve written of black raspberries again.
It seems
each bite’s a step toward childhood,
their seedy sweetness colors tongue, time’s lens.
Well worth the risk of poison ivy’s itch,
I reach on tiptoe—one hides beneath a leaf.
I reach on tiptoe—one hides beneath a leaf,
well worth the risk of poison ivy’s itch.
Their seedy sweetness colors tongue, time’s lens,
each bite’s a step toward childhood.
It seems
I’ve written of black raspberries again.
9 thoughts on "Black Raspberries Again"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Love how you show the movement of: “I’ve written of black raspberries again” with the bookended lines, the reptition in the middle.
Especially love “seedy sweetness colors tongue” and yes, black raspberries are “well worth the risk of poison ivy’s itch.”
“I reach on tiptoe—one hides beneath a leaf,
well worth the risk of poison ivy’s itch. ”
Absolutely! This poem is gorgeous!
Nice!! Love the form.
Nancy, I really like the flow and rhythm in your poem!
A luscious poem and the form echoes your “again” sentiment by repeating itself. Mouthwatering!
I feel I’m a black raspberry refugee as much as I’m a Kentucky expatriate. Just to bring up that fruit is to take me back to our little Wilmore faculty house where I did my best to eat every berry before it was even contemplating ripeness. Thanks for this trek back. Also, slammin’ poem all around. So much work getting done here.
So engaging and sensory.
I too have written more than my share of raspberry poems because they are the taste of my childhood! Lovely poem, thanks for sharing.
Awesome palindrome! I especially love the pause after each line of “it seems”! Perfect title. (And- black raspberries take me to happy places!)