My 100th Post! And an IMPORTANT poetry note!
My 100th post! My 100th post! Hooray! Hooray!
First, before my poem, some "housekeeping." Polka Dot Witch and I will be launching our new poetry writing & critiquing blog soon. Please visit Fertile Ground for more information. Get your hands in the dirt!
Next, please visit my previous post http://jillypoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/october-is-scare-up-poem-send-it-month.html Anyway we can get poetry out there in the world, is how I look at it! Dana, formerly of PoeTry ThursDay and Sublimation mentioned that October is random acts of poetry month in Canada. More on that later, when I can investigate and provide you, faithful readers, with accurate information.
NOW...on to my poem. I wrote this one in a completely different manner than I usually write. I don't know if it's the weather (way too warm for fall in the northeast) or starting school, or what. This poem started out with a "key." But, it soon evolved. The "juicy" prompt at One Deep Breath helped. And here it is. Comments and critique welcome, encouraged, even. I kind of like this one and want to make it better. Thanks!
Sandwiched between loaves
of meat, buffetted by copper pans
of bundt cake and oozing sweet preserves,
Betty Crocker never told.
June Cleaver rarely held a knife
in her hand. Carol Brady ate poy
with her fingers on the island.
And yet. And yet. Women need to know.
Can you really ever unlock
the secret to a pineapple?
Open the door to slip of sharpened knife
through rough-hewn bark,
skin unwilling to yield.
The perfect cut is a myth.
Melons garner the same reaction,
offer up the same silent curse
while clamping curved legs
of hard tan rind
holding tight to cresecents of precious flesh.
Cradled between soft slick seeds
cantelope juice runs free,
shimmering fruit refuses to be balled and left
to bleed pale clear sweetness
across anyone’s hands.
Slicing the bounty,
who’s to say what is sharper
the blade, the juice, the fist that holds it.