Solanum Lycopersicum by John Savoie

Solanum Lycopersicum

I know why the caged tomato sings.
Elbows pressed against the rusting bars,
leafing past the bent soldered rings,
she loads a glowing fruit, warm and plump
as dusky sun, flush with lycopene.
Above zucchini crawling in the dirt,
beneath the hackling crow, she hums
melodies half-heard, synesthesia sweet.
Wiping my chin, dribbling my shirt,
I know what the caged tomato sings.

by John Savoie

Poet’s Note: Many readers, I suspect, will think Maya Angelou first, but the prime influence here is  Dunbar’s “Sympathy,” then Angelou (and a wink from Keats). Oh sad Paul, would you smile on this? Verily, I think you do.

Editor’s Note: I read this after having just come inside from checking on my antique tomatoes. A tiny green fruit promises me the richness of this poem, in due time.


One response to “Solanum Lycopersicum by John Savoie”

  1. triciaknoll Avatar

    I love the metaphor of the caged tomato singing. A new way to look at my tomato plants that I just came inside from staking up yet again.

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