Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Blue Cheese and Old Pickles – 3-14-25 Dedicated to my Grandmother Pickel and her famous pickles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blue Cheese and Old Pickles Forgotten in a tapestry of shadows Woven in long twilights and long rows Of blue cheeses, tomatoes, daisies and flying salmon Shelves, birthing dust bunnies, Give up the last jar of her pickles Sealed in clear mason glass Still smelling of dill and garlic and her hands. Her handiwork still looks As fresh as crisp cucumbers Gathered in fields wearing sunflower bonnets And the scent of new earth readied To grow round again With new seeds Not to forget the children she gave into angel’s hands. Brought into the light, her love shimmers Through the artistry of her hands A rhapsody, sealed and sung across decades, Plays as I ladle jam and new pickles into her jars, Savoring my harvest with gorgonzola on toast And raspberry sherbet on a waffle cone.