She Slices Soft Pears

She Slices Soft Pears,

cored boats, wet in hand,
slips a sliver between her lips,

stops to stir her reduction—
port wine, a cut of butter,

two spoons of apple juice,
a pour of honey.

White raisins plump
in hot bubble, he, waiting.

She shakes in cardamom
and cinnamon, kitchen still,

candles lit, folds pears
into her thickening happiness,

dips in her wooden spoon,
tastes her readiness.

Elizabeth Weir is a 2005 SASE/Jerome award winner and a 2009 SASE Writer to Writer mentee, working with Todd Boss. Her poetry has been published in Main Channel Voices, Water ~ Stone Review, American Poetry Quarterly, Alimentum, Out of Line Press, Flurry, White Pelican Review, and she has a poem in Holy Cow! Press’ anthology “Beloved of the Earth; 150 poems of Grief and Gratitude.”