The Night of The Raspberries by Lynne Savitt

 

i’d forgotten about the first snow of the season
how black ice owns my fragile bones
ankle, wrist, ribs
keeping me locked inside against my will
how empty the refrigerator was after
eggplant florentine, cornbread stuffed
turkey breast, broccoli rabe filled
yr stomach all week & all that was left
were my elegant raspberries
reminding me of how, after decades in prison,
you wouldn’t allow me to lock
any of the doors & how always
you yearned for a full refrigerator
not an apple graced my table tonight
today you live snow covered hills
& winding roads hours away
the raspberries aren’t as sweet
& all my doors stay locked now

2 Responses to “The Night of The Raspberries by Lynne Savitt”

  1. George Wm. Fisher Says:

    a fine poem at year’s end by one of our true masters. may the new year find her fridge always filled with splendid raspberries, her doors unlocked & everyone safe & fed.

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