Delivering the Fruit*

June 7, 2015

2015 Merit Award
By Heidi Kenyon

Delivering the Fruit

I am up to the shoulders
in raspberries, both arms thrust
under the bird netting
like a lab tech under a fume hood,
a vet turning a calf.
The science of nature sings
in serrated leaves,
the globules of each berry round
like the droplets of blood the briers raise
on my bare arms.
A fair trade for tart fruit.
The brambles rustle,
a riff of breeze. There need be no other sound.

I heard that fewer people than ever before
read poetry. I understood this travesty
in the raspberries. Their lives
are too fast. I will hang
my poems up by the thorns
on the canes, write them in
berry juice and in jam,
leave them for the birds
to eat and spiders to tread on.
The slowness in this place
is as worthy a reader as any.

. . . . .
*Copyright 2015 by Heidi Kenyon. Broadside illustrated by Megan Carroll.


One Response to “Delivering the Fruit*”

  1. Sandra F. Lucke Says:

    Heidi, Congratulations on your poem being chosen at this annual event in Bellingham, WA. I really enjoyed every morsel of this poem you wrote…keep up the good creative work OK.

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