Ladies and Gentlemen, please help me welcome back our dear friend and talented poet, Ruth Bavetta. Her poem “Autumn Sacrifice”, which originally appeared in Spillway, is the perfect way to show off the first pomegranate to come from my fledgling tree. Thank you again Ruth, for sharing your talent.
~ By Ruth Bavetta
When I bring the pomegranates into the kitchen,
already my hands are stained with red.
The bruised globes, with their gaping wounds,
ooze crimson onto the white tiles.
The hard dry skins resist my knife.
A slip, and my blood mingles with the fruit’s.
Cooked with sugar, thickened, poured into jars,
the jelly is both sweet and bitter.
(Previously published in Spillway)