Poetry: Hide/Seek, Revisited

Written by Grayce Scholt Friday, 29 July 2011 23:54

The vineyard hadn't changed
when I returned. The same green vines
were there, though thicker hanging,
the same unpainted poles,
though lower leaning.

I searched the tangled tendrils
for purple fruit and found it;
I tasted it and spit the skins,
and crouched down low between
the rows to hide from some
not coming child.

Through all the years
my lips remembered stolen sweet,
my tongue the skin.
And though no child
had ever come to seek,
my heart remembered
how to hide.

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Grayce Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College who wrote art reviews for the Flint Journal. Her book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings, is available online from Amazon and from Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint. A personal narrative of the poet's life in Europe in the early 1950s, Vienna, Only You, is available from the author at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .