
I met the devil at the crossroads
he was holding a basket of fruits
summer fruits: heightened in blush
eloquent in fragrance, tickling ears
choreographing sinuous guitar-strung blues
I asked him what he was selling
that I could afford, ‘cuz I had no money
peach skin: fuzzy ripening soft
dizzying delectable drippings
through juice-famished fingers
The night was thick with Southern mist
the road steamed where darkness sifted
sweet desire: the devil smiles
the basket away and disappears
like will-o’-the-wisp
sifted, sifted my soul like chaff, alone
at the crossroads looking after him
Mish at dVerse Poetics: "Always in Season" asks us to write about fruits or berries, giving us a broad flexibility of topic, from concrete to abstract. This poem was inspired by legendary blues singer and guitarist Robert Johnson's "Crossroads" (1936).
I really like the format….the alternating of storytelling, dialogue with luscious language. I think I heard “Crossroads” playing in the background….
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Mish,
That’s a musical compliment I’ll take! Thank you.
pax,
dora
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Thanks for sharing ///
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Anita,
Thanks for dropping by!
pax,
dora
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🙂💞
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I realize your poem is more fluid but, Cezanne’s “Still life with apples and peaches” came to mind reading this. I agree with Mish’s comment in regards to your format. Well done as always!
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Mandy,
I know that Cezanne and it’s so deliciously alluring, something of which I tried to capture by way of the wretched tempted at a crossroads. I should have used it for my photo 🙂 Hope you’re having a good day. Grateful for you, friend!
pax,
dora
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Some beautiful imagery there, Dora.
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Thank you, Penny. Glad you stopped by!
pax,
dora
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Exquisite poeming, Dora. The last couplet hits like a sledgehammer.
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Lisa,
Thank you because it was meant to! Glad it worked.
pax,
dora
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You are welcome 🙂
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Wow!! This is gorgeously rendered. I love how aptly you describe the lure of temptation and its effect upon one especially; “peach skin: fuzzy ripening soft
dizzying delectable drippings through juice-famished fingers.”💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa, for those generous comments.
pax,
dora
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Like your presentation of verses.
Much💖love
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Gillena,
I’m so glad. Thank you so much! 💖🙏
pax,
dora
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“I met the devil at a crossroads” sounds like an opening for a country song. Someone will steal that phrase. It’s very tempting. That demon devil likes to leave us alone and fruitless, doesn’t he?
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Beverly,
He does indeed. Thank you for getting it. And my daughter thought the same about that opening line! I’ll lend it to George Strait free of charge. 😉
pax,
dora
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It seems like a good thing not to have any money when one is buying from the devil.
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Frank,
Indeed! A blessing in disguise you might say.
pax,
dora
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Dora, this is wonderful!! Devil smiles the basket away ~~ awesomeness.
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Thank you so much, Helen.
pax,
dora
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The devil loves crossroads. He harvested Robert Johnson’s soul at a crossroad. This was well written and stayed aloft beginning to end — no flat spots. Italics is an excellent tool in poetry, and you employed them well here Dora.
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Very generous of you., Rob. Thank you so much.
pax,
Dora
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This was wonderful Dora. Such temptations! ☺️💕
‘peach skin: fuzzy ripening soft
dizzying delectable drippings
through juice-famished fingers’
Delicious!
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Christine,
Thank you. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂💖
pax,
dora
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I certainly did Dora ☺️💕
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Such a fun form! I really liked the back and forth – good stuff!
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Phillip,
Appreciate those kind words. Thank you.
pax,
dora
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This such a wonderful poem Dora. Such a great use of the Crossroad story. You are right, the things we see and hope will make us happy come at a cost and often disappear leaving us searching for more….
So well done… Love the peaches image throughout!
Dwight
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Dwight,
Thank you so much for those wonderfully generous comments. That crossroads story has taken on a mythical dimension in American culture.
pax,
Dora
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Yes it has… it such and intriguing story.
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A Dr. Faustus tale for artists.
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Very innovative way of presentation, Dora! Alternating, interspersed in between with italics as a bonus. How nice! The devil with all of its temptations even!
Hank
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Hank,
Thank you kindly! Glad you liked it.
pax,
dora
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Made me think of Chris King’s (sort of) portrayal of Tommy Johnson and his story about the crossroads in the Coen Brothers film O Brother Where Art Thou?
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Jon,
I saw that movie ages ago and I wonder if that isn’t where I first heard the Crossroads story. It had passed into legend by that time. Thanks for reading.
pax,
Dora
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I love your style of writing this one, great presentation! And remarkably graphic sensual indulgence … sounds like something you know very well
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Oh for a peach! But my restricted diet won’t allow it. Thank you, Kate.
pax,
dora
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sorry for that, take care 🙂
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You too Kate. 🙂🙏
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Love Robert Johnson and temptation is such a double edged sword! Love what you did here, Dora!
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Punam,
Seems his musical legacy is always jingling in the background of someone’s track.
pax,
dora
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Oh absolutely! My husband is his huge fan and Robert has become a part of our household. 😊
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And so legends live on! 🙂
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I could hear those Johnson blues loud and clear – sold his soul for a guitar riff but your fruit are much more tempting
“juice-famished fingers” – gorgeous!
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Laura,
Thank you for that delightful feedback! :>)
pax,
dora
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This poem reminds me of an old C&W song!
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I’d be curious to know which one. I love the energy and soul of bluegrass.
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There were lots on the radio in the 1970s it seems, deveil trying to tempt someone.
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I like the one where the devil walks away with nothing. “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” Can’t mess with a Georgia boy, lol.
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That was the one I was mainly thinking of!
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:>)
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Wow, Dora, this describes temptation in all his deceptive juiciness! Powerful writing.
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Lynn,
Thank you for reading. The thing about a basket of summer fruit, there’s always the danger of rot. Dark, I know. :>)
pax,
dora
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You make a good point…the danger of rot, indeed.
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I had thought that for the devil there is always something to trade for what you want… the Dr Faustus Myth comes to mind.
As said above the format is excellent.
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Bjorn,
Thank you so much. I did spin off from the signing on the dotted line into a temptation that though initially denied continues to beckon, causing its own damage, in a devilish twist. It’s fascinating to me how versions of the Faustus story keep appearing in popular culture.
pax,
dora
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That’s how he got Robert Johnson
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Larry,
So the legend goes.
pax,
dora
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Wow, Dora. That is ingenious… the idea of fingers wanting to be covered in juice – I just love this!
❤
David
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David,
This is what eating peaches reduces you to. Glad you liked it! Thank you.
pax,
dora
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Very vivid poem! Blend with beauty and yet fearful with the character as much as the Devil himself: what a vivid imagery of being in a crossroad with temptation and Satan’s wares
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Thank you for reading, Jimmy. The father of lies is always selling and someone’s always buying, but for the grace of God.
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Indeed how true
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I love peach pie! It’s my favorite.
I can’t eat peaches unless they’re cooked. The same for apples, pears, plums, cherries, and raw nuts (oral allergy syndrome – sounds made-up, doesn’t it! Apparently it indicates that I’m allergic to birch pollen.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oral_allergy_syndrome
Your poem had my mouth watering. Hopefully your words mean you found peaches without any compromise.
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Ken,
Never heard of OAS till now. Who would’ve though birch pollen could have anything to do with it? Glad that you can at least eat fruit and nuts cooked, and I can’t tell you how much I love peach cobbler, without compromise! 😉
Thanks for reading!
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Well written Dora
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Thank you.
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Always welcome
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