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poetry and prose about place

Green bottles and blue berries

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We have been spending time at our cabin.

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In the window, on our bench, the light flows through green bottles.

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Our paths are green tunnels.

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And in the fields and along the trails are blueberries.

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Lots to pick and eat.

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bitter blue

for Mom

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of all the silvery summer days we spent   none so warm   sun on granite boulders   round blue berry field   miles across hazy miles away from hearing anything but bees

and berries

plopping in the pail

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beside you   I draped my lazy bones on bushes   crushed berries and thick red leaves over moss dark animal trails nudged between rocks berries baking brown   musk rising to meet blue heat

or the still fleet scent

of a waxy berry bell

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melting in my mouth   crammed with fruit   sometimes pulled from laden stems   more often scooped from your pail   full ripe blue pulp and the bitter shock of a hard green berry never ripe

or a shield bug

with frantic legs

and an edge to her shell

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From ‘within easy reach’, Chapel Street Editions, 2016

Previously published in The Amethyst Review 1 (2), Summer 1993

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Copyright 2017 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 16, 2017 at 7:00 am

9 Responses

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  1. Thanks to both of you. Reminded me of reading Blueberries for Sal, a lovely book for children by Robert McCloskey. My girls loved his books, and especially this one. I made blueberry muffins last week. Perhaps we need a blueberry pie this week. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.

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    awattsnbnetnbca

    August 18, 2017 at 3:11 pm

    • I’m in! You are a great baker/cook Ana … bet your blueberry pie is the best!

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      jane tims

      August 22, 2017 at 4:45 pm

  2. Beautiful photos and writing. I enjoyed the surprise bug at the end 🙂

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    Janice

    August 18, 2017 at 10:16 am

    • Hi. Thanks. The poem tells a true story, so the bug was real!

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      jane tims

      August 22, 2017 at 4:44 pm

      • It feels real….don’t want to fully imagine the experience

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        Janice

        August 23, 2017 at 3:21 am

      • Hi Jane… I think my reply was sent prematurely…the story does sound real…probably more enjoyable in the telling (the squirmy bug in your mouth)
        😉

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        Janice

        August 23, 2017 at 3:26 am

  3. Lovely poem with great photos, Jane. I re-blogged you …. I think!

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    rogermoorepoet

    August 18, 2017 at 8:27 am


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