Always in Season

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).

73 thoughts on “Always in Season

    1. 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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  1. sanaarizvi

    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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  2. Beverly Crawford

    “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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    1. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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