For Poetry Thursday I just wrote a poem about these strawberries.
They arrived in my CSA basket from Camp Joy on Tuesday. Camp Joy doesn't grow their own strawberries, they trade some of their produce with other local farms so that their subscribers get some early fruit in the first few baskets of the season.
Don't they look divine, couldn't you just eat that color up? Well appearances are deceiving, they weren't very strawberry tasting. Crushed by my disappointment, I recovered by writing this:
Strawberry Swoon
-Julie Zaccone Stiller
Season has turned
to the strawberry channel
Crucial question:
will they be good this year?
will they be good this year?
Disappointing strawberries
are so duplicitous
are so duplicitous
Teasing me with their
edible carmine
edible carmine
Unreal dangerous red
an emergency color
eatmequickbeforeIrot
an emergency color
eatmequickbeforeIrot
Mouthful of mush
tasting of worse than nothing
tasting of worse than nothing
Expectations unfulfilled
til next season
til next season
Where the weak willed
submit again to
s t r a w b e r r y s w o o n
submit again to
s t r a w b e r r y s w o o n
5 comments:
Hi Julie!! exactly!! suffering from strawberry disappointment here on the east coast also. However my mother in law says they are ready today and has promised to go and pick some for us. I hope they are the real thing!
Oh, don't tell me this--ours are just starting to look so good out in the yard. This poem really works the senses and that's a beautiful thing, "edible carmine/ Unreal dangerous red/ an emergency color/ eatmequickbeforeIrot". Nicely done!
LOVE these first two lines. yes. made me chuckle out loud. can't wait to have some good ones myself.
I think this is a very cool poem, Julie!
But I wish you'd had yummy strawberries.
I bought a *gigantor* box of strawberries - bigger than a shoebox - last week and they were very sweet and berrylicious. I hope you get the good ones next week!
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