--inspired by "Ma Pickled Everything Last Summer,"
a painting by Sydney Roark
I have pickled our elusive little Eloise.
The crystalline baby shimmers lightly
reflected in an incandescent bulb
gently swaying in the slightly,
ever-so-ripely scented breeze.
I bitter all the sweet—Anticipation tenses:
Peel back the babyfuzz of skin, draw
and quarter just the plump and juicy fruit.
Add salt and dill. I must admit the thrill
keeps me jarred out of my senses.
Copyright 1999, Millie Renfrow
Millie Renfrow has been studying poetry through the University of Washington
Poetry Writing Program for four quarters now. Her other life includes
painting, drawing, stone carving, travel, theater, the study of Portuguese
and tutoring Brazilian children in English.