Photograph of Elisavietta "Lisa" Ritchie set alongside her poem, "Advice To A Daughter".
In the photo Ritchie is lying on the ground amidst fallen autumn leaves reading an open book.
Her poem, "Advice To A Daughter," reads:
Do not gnaw chicken bones before
a lover, I tell her, as we crunch
the cartilage of a hapless hen.
Could put him off, give rise
to thoughts you might have
taste for more than skin.
My lover is so meticulous
he uses knife and fork,
misses deep pleasures.
I have to sneak to the kitchen,
chew both our drumsticks clean
before I scrape the plates.
The best is what some call
the parson’s nose, others term
the pope’s, the rabbi’s.
My mother said: What scuttles
through the fence the last
is surely the most succulent.
So while our chicken stews apart
you and I retrieve the bubbling bone
gnaw, and juices trickling down
our chins, weigh the risks of loss:
either a fastidious lover
or the choice parts of a bird.
DC's literary community is mourning another loss, first Myra Sklarew, now the bohemian force of nature Elisavietta “Lisa” Ritchie who was one of the early leading lights of @wwph.bsky.social Here's a poem of hers. For more about her see www.washingtonwriters.org/in-memoriam/
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