Goblin Fruit: Autumn Edition
Marcie Lynn Tentchoff

The police
tried to take me
as I left your house.

I staggered,
trying to walk
their silly line.

One man laughed.
"I think he's had
one drop too many."

So I fled.
I could not let
them see my tears.

Bright, guilt red.
I could not bear
to tell them all that

They were right.
I'd had one drop --
one drop too many,

Dearest love,
one drop too much
For you to live.

Marcie Lynn Tentchoff is an Aurora Award winning poet/writer from the west coast of Canada, where she lives in the middle of a rainforest with her family and various animals, both invited and not. Between the raccoons in the roof, the deer in the garden, the chocolate-stealing skunks, and the occasional visiting cougar, she's written poems and stories that have appeared in such magazines as On Spec, Weird Tales, Dreams and Nightmares, and Illumen, as well as in anthologies and online publications.

She says: The first poem that the word "cherries" causes to spring to mind is probably "Goblin Market," with "The Stolen Child" by Yeats following after. After that my mind springs swiftly to Poe, but I'm really not sure why.

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