Green bottles and blue berries
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
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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
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
Lovely poem with great photos, Jane. I re-blogged you …. I think!
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rogermoorepoet
August 18, 2017 at 8:27 am
Hi. I think it worked … thanks!
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jane tims
August 18, 2017 at 9:43 am
That’s great, Jane.
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rogermoorepoet
August 18, 2017 at 10:22 am