The Idea of Ruby Seeds



We left the pomegranates

to leather in the back of the fridge,

unrounded withering

thumping hollow

against the carton of milk each morning

when breakfast was through—

a whim during Christmas week

when I thought the idea of ruby seeds

knocked into champagne flutes

or over dense, white yogurt

would indulge

but each morning

the coffee was enough

hot and strong.

Lorraine Henrie Lins is a Pennsylvania county Poet Laureate and author of four books of poetry, most recently 100 Tipton. She serves as the Director of New and Emerging Poets with Tekpoet and am a founding member of the “No River Twice” improvisational poetry troupe. My work appears in publications and collections, and a small graffiti poster in Australia. Born and raised in the suburbs of Central New Jersey, this self-professed Jersey Girl now resides just outside of Philadelphia where I have learned to pump my own gas and order a cheesesteak…..wit.