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10th Anniversary
Barbara Crooker


Ten years ago, after the first night
we spent together,
we went to pick strawberries
knee-deep in furrows of scalloped leaves,
white flowers winking like stars.
It’s still early morning
but we’re drunk on the winy air
and the headiness of our desire.
As we kissed more than we picked,
our mouths brushed like petals
rubbing in the wind,
our crimson fingers strayed
beyond the boundaries of clothing.
Stitch us in that tapestry forever,
baskets full of berries, and always in love . . . .
But we had to go home,
turn the fresh fruit into preserves:
hull and cull the berries, crush them
with lemon, boil until thick
and sweet with yearning and sun.
Sealed in wax, each jar’s stained glass,
full of the light.
And when we spread this redness
on morning toast, sparks
rekindle and glow.

And now it’s ten years later.
Strawberry picking’s an annual
task I do alone, or with a friend.
I boil the jam down to the clatter
of children underfoot.
And our eyes meet over curly heads
and our hands brush like green leaves in the wind . . . .
And the jam shines in its cathedral of wax,
the sweetness of early June
poured in glass jars.
On January mornings,
when love & light are memories,
these red suns
light our cellar shelf. 

This poem first appeared in West Branch and was included in Starting From Zero (Great Elm Press and Foothills Publishing) and Obbligato (Linwood Publishers).
Used here with the author’s permission.


Barbara Crooker’s award-winning poems have appeared in numerous magazines, journals, and anthologies and have been featured on the BBC, the ABC (Australian Broadcasting Company), The Writer's Almanac, and in the Poetry at Noon series at the Library of Congress. Recipient of many fellowships and residencies in the U.S., as well as in Ireland and France, she was also a Grammy finalist for her part in the audio version of the popular anthology, Grow Old Along with Me--the Best is Yet to Be. Barbara lives in Fogelsville, Pennsylvania. Learn more about Barbara at





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Love and strawberries, beautifully said.
Posted 06/24/2011 08:00 PM
The ripe strawberries, the preserves. What a unique way to show the wonders of an old love--there is a song by folk singers, Neil and Leander called Old Love. Your poem reminds me of that song that the audience calls for on nearly every performance they give. Thank you for sharing your anniversary in such a special way.
Posted 06/24/2011 12:03 PM
Ginny C.:
Perfect. So much contained in a jar of strawberry preserves.
Posted 06/24/2011 10:52 AM
Ah, yes. Barbara gets directly into her subject and turns us every way but loose. Thank you.
Posted 06/24/2011 08:43 AM
mmmmmmmmm!!! sweet (and bittersweet). thank you!
Posted 06/24/2011 08:13 AM
Carol Hauer:
Everything about this is luscious. Yum.
Posted 06/24/2011 08:00 AM
Stitch us in that tapestry forever,,, thank you!
Posted 06/24/2011 06:55 AM
Posted 06/24/2011 06:50 AM
Barbara, This is just beautiful, I loved it, full of you love wrapped up in that wonderful jam, a joy to start my day, thank you:)) Maire
Posted 06/24/2011 05:02 AM
I love the 'stained glass' followed by cathedrals. There is something bittersweet in the word 'stained'. I can smell the strawberries and was wondering whether all the senses are entertained but concluded that five (or more) separate senses are an artificial division, which the majesty of the strawberry transcends.
Posted 06/24/2011 04:18 AM

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