Blackberry Poems

Strange shadows had dappled this earth,
On a day beautiful in utter stillbirth!
Moonlit at noon-sun eclipsed by the moon,
Vastly, crescent sun shadows were strewn!

Then the breeze assumed a sudden chill,
At the pause in ancient ritual thrill,
On May the tenth, nineteen ninety...Read More

Tangled and lovely, hot and dusty,
And exotic blooms wild and lusty;
And days are fine like old wine,
And bluejays are there to dine.

Throaty warbling amid the trees--
Is wafted by the silent breeze.
This lane leads to Farmer McCain
And his wheat fields of...Read More

Melted plastic only 16 years 
It was on concrete round under the sun 
While I was shedding tears

What's the use Environmental substance abuse

Midnight see Amenia Marine
Midnight saxophone solo
Sea anemone amethyst

What's the use, Environmental substance abuse

Patina mist breezy
Royal jacaranda ultraviolet sneezes
Achoo...Read More

(O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. Psalm 34:8)

All that cinnamon donut sweetness

Is being offered up to the twilight elves

As we keep circling around the green fields

Amidst silent lilac hills,...Read More

In the balcony
matte silver hair
On opposite
another flame ending
In between
arrives morning sun
A little put out

Unselfconsciously I turn my head
A blackberry tree dropping
a yellow moan

In the lawn
Tales of anemones

Cool palms on my hair
It's October


October 6, 2019//45 words
October Contest 45 or Less Words...Read More

Tangerine, cinnamon, caramel brown,
Sweet candy apples by flickering fires,
Echoing hues gently cascading down
Flavours of autumn as summer expires.

Visions of childhood breeze into my mind,
Crunching through woodland on blackberry quests,
Fairy-cup acorns for squirrels to find,  
Scurrying hedgehogs preparing their nests.

Spring,...Read More

A gauche gaucho, 
a galoot,
rawboned and grizzly, 
rode into 
a snoring border town.

"Google me," he said, 
as he hitched his mare to 
a wild hair.

The cranky cowhand 
had gambled on 
an internet cantina being open 
but the only horse in...Read More

One golden August day 
Walking along the narrow lane 

With ice cream pail in hand 
Over the lush woodsy land 

Looking for brambles of blackberries 
Thirsting for their sweet juice in my belly 

And nature's kindness does bestow 
Along the...Read More

Lemonade soaked sunshine
Peach sweet heat
Watermelon waves taste
Of graham cracker sand
And nestled pomegranate pebbles
On strawberry beaches

In pineapple green grass
Mango daisies dance
Marshmallow clouds dot
Blueberry-smiled skies

Tangerine sorbet sunset
Kisses plum freckled stars
Sprinkled through blackberry night
Under the cooling cantaloupe moon

Until blushing raspberry currents
Awake the honeydew...Read More

"The sweetness of summer,
Blooms from the darkness of winter

Plants pulled from the earth,
By the sun, proving it’s worth

Life flows,
Bees sow

Pollinating the gifts we receive,
From plants and trees

A bounty of goodness, juicy and sweet,
Amazed by nature and this feat

Year after year,...Read More

Leaves morphing from green to gold,
vermillion, bronze, mahogany.
Twirling,  waltzing,  floating, lying.
Autumn’s colour festival parade,
trees competing for the finest show.

Branches shiver, grey, forlorn,
sad to lose their emerald cloak.
Squirrels busy packing winter store,
hedgehogs scuttle to winter bed,
scent of bonfires drifts...Read More

On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air

on the lawn
as summer draws to its close
lily petals timeworn

kissing-gate swinging-
eternally hitched to you
my heartfelt love

shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly

the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where...Read More

As a youngster he had dreamt of moving to a potato farm in Ireland

To escape from the brown rot of German post-world war II contamination

Just another plot on the map to sufficient existence and to break rusty chains

Blight or might...Read More

Back in time!
   Back in time!
With blackberry wine…
and don’t tell grandpa…

Just a sip,
   a sip of the warm embrace...
Just you and me

Before time did race
and you dear, sweet Grandma...
fell out of place.

5/11/2019
...Read More

They Riot.
They revel in frank spotlight, 
getting drunk in a boozy blitz. 
You can find them wrapped in the lush covers of pure linen on Sunday mornings, 
their madness of headaches and chills covering their aching bodies as they skip...Read More

This Friday night was as-black-as-coal, he ignites a blackberry-colored cigar,
His belly is filled with fried chicken, Hennessy, and caviar.

This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…

The intoxication is accredited, and honest-to-goodness notarized,
The spirit hypnotizes critical-thinking, the caterpillar forgets the past as a butterfly.

This is,...Read More

Rubiks cubing, ABBA parties,
Freezer dinners, orange smarties,
History homework, poster sticking,
Awful hairdos, strawberry picking,
Manic miner, glitter sweaters,
Syrup pudding, pen-pal letters,
Morten Harkett, Sindy’s wedding,
Badge collecting, daisy threading,
Roll-up trousers, sibling fighting,
Blackberry jamming, Enid Blyton,
School assembly, scooter racing,
Brownie promise, mix-tape making,
Piano pieces, Alice bands,
Sunny...Read More

	
	
A racist white man’s vehicle broke down
in the middle
of the blackest pride side of Motown

He scratched his red neck double chin 
in Appalachian drawl dismay;
perplexed at having a little Aryan problem
of not being “Black Tie Members” insurance covered,
to get his...Read More

The eagle mistook me for a bunny. She swooped down and picked me up from the field, and we went soaring high in the sky, past the swing set, past the fence, past the tree line, up, up, up.

She tightened...Read More

Mother raised so much of what we ate each and every day.
She also made the best of blackberry pies from berries we picked.

A dining table took up most of the kitchen for our multitude.
A pot belly heater kept us warm...Read More

When leaves are raining from the trees,
to make a colourful carpet on the ground;  
the smell of woodsmoke's on the breeze;
with leaf-shuffling children a happy sound,
we know that Autumn's come around.

The sun feels tired and stays later in bed,
to...Read More

A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent,
with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade,
where Mother Nature’s in control with the forest as it’s meant,
and the struggle’s all around me in the glade.

I am...Read More

Saturday morning...
I drive to the old country dirt road...
I park and walk up to my blackberry honey hole... I hear nothing but the birds and the occasional friendly breeze. I am alone. Today solitude is a friend. My mind is...Read More

the skin on the floor
does not lumber down the hill
blackberries ripen


July 5, 2018...Read More

Guelder flushed into rose, fruits translucent,
  dripping, but not ours. The birds had them;
  and the rowan's too before August was out.
       Why? Ours must taste the best.
  Beyond the golden...Read More