Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Fiddleheads
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Maine natives and tourists have long been attracted to the taste of lobsters. But in today’s spring poem Richard Foerster of Cape Neddick asks us to consider the allure of fresh, sauteed fiddleheads.
Fiddleheads by Richard Foerster
Only the first scrolls inscripted with the long winter’s undeciphered lore, only the tight-harnessed coils volting up fully charged from peaty earth would do:tiny crosiers straining to hook the sky; spring’s furled lace- wings before the sun has a chance to spirit them with flight. Arrestedpotential I demanded with each flick of my pruning knife, not woodland crofts feathered wide in August with spore-laden tracery.How the future seemed to lie there before me, curled and delectable. Already the virgin oil sizzled in my mind till I was sure the skillet would whisper hosannas.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 1998 Richard Foerster. Reprinted from Trillium, BOA Editions, Ltd, by permission of Richard Foerster. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to Gibson Fay-LeBlanc, Special Consultant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at firstname.lastname@example.org or 207-228-8263. Take Heart: Poems from Maine, an anthology collecting the first two years of this column, is now available from Down East Books.