Blackberry days
By shoe
Tue, 29 Mar 2011
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Old mans beard
wreaths the hedgerows
Black-ruby-berries
dangle purple and colour
our fingers, our mouths
We gather dog-roses
to make 'perfume' and
confetti for sunday weddings
Miss hands out stars
orbiting her own
self made constellation
I never understood
why we put our chairs
up on the tables
In the near dark
the donkeys wait
We bury our fingers
in their shaggy brows
Their farewell cries follow us
down the dirt lane
shaking leaves on ink blot trees
like demons in a dream
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Love this line: 'shaking
Love this line:
'shaking leaves on ink blot trees'
but why oh why oh why not punctuate, and then add a random semi-colon?
I find this rather odd, can you help?
J x
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Very beautiful - reminds me
Very beautiful - reminds me of early Heaney. Well done shoe. :-)
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Nice to read you again,
Nice to read you again, shoe. Yes, I agree there was some lovely lines here, and I do like three line stanzas.
sue
TVR
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Shoe, hello. Enjoyed this. I
Shoe, hello.
Enjoyed this.
I passed the time with some travellers passing through the village last week.
Your tale reminded me of that day.
Nice.
ScoZen
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I missed this one, shoe. I'm
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I missed this one, shoe. I'm sorry. It is beautiful. Love the ink-blot trees;-)
Tina
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I don't want you to take it
I don't want you to take it out! I want you to put all the missing bits in! One should punctuate poetry as it if were prose: for grammatical sense!
J x
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`like demons in a dream' -
`like demons in a dream' - lovely last line, shoe! I like this poem very much.
Another stand-out stanza is the `I never understood why we put our chairs up on the tables'...
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Hello shoe, Had to
Hello shoe,
Had to reciprocate after all your efforts on my behalf.
Now if I could write poetry like this I wouldn't need to send up a distress flare. It was a lovely evocation of early autumn. I could almost taste the blackberries and see sticky, berry stained hands.
Much enjoyed.
Oh,I forgot,loved the fourth stanza too.
Moya
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