Thursday, May 27, 2010

Climbing Before Breakfast

Fruits with aphrodisiac properties include
strawberries, blueberries, blackberries...


Picking blackberries
on the hill to Table Rock
where dew invests each berry
with a patina of stained glass
we watch for spider threads
strung across twigs,
a clothesline for water beads.

We rub blackberry juice
into our palms, on our thighs.
Imagining caftans of purple-magenta
I touch your hair with purple fingertips.
Your laugh stumbles over wet leaves,
and spirals in a dance of ferns.

A cloud’s weight moves over the hill
then the language of water.
Purple water runs
into our shoes.

Linda Watskin © 2010
Big Tent Poetry

15 comments:

  1. This is a gorgeous poem. I love the line, "I touch your hair with purple fingertips." The idea of the laugh stumbling over wet leaves and spiraling in a dance of ferns is wonderful.

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  2. Your laugh stumbles over wet leaves - what a beautiful line.


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  3. Loved blackberry picking as a child. Just remember not to eat too many!
    "invests each berry/with a patina of stained glass"
    is a great image.

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  4. Just beautiful Linda.
    'Purple water runs into our shoes'...lovely line!

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  5. Beautiful poem. The thing about picking blackberries is, even if you wear a long-sleeved shirt, you'll emerge from the patch with scratches all over the skin. So to me, I'm afraid it's closer to war than love!

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  6. Ok -- I get the idea that you've "been there, done that." Am I right? If so, then why did you need validation that this berry was an aphrodisiac? You MADE it an aphrodisiac. Unless you've been looking for blackberries, you wouldn't know to look for spiders...or snakes. The snake, for me, was hidden in the sexual reference...but that's just from a person who knows blackberries (and who never had this experience, unfortunately!). Wonderful, Linda. Just wonderful.

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  7. Great tone and just the right movement and sound, I think. I love the last stanza.

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  8. Oh, this is lovely. From the title to the last stanza, line ... a gorgeous feast. Savored.

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  9. rubbing the berries on the body is good good good. i mean, the poem about that, the poem. :)

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  10. Oh, I love purple... and blackberries! Beautifully written!

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  11. Delightful images!

    ...each berry
    with a patina of stained glass
    ...
    a clothesline for water beads.
    ...
    A cloud’s weight moves over the hill
    then the language of water.


    This poem was fun to read!

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  12. Don't know how I overlooked this yumberry first time around. Sorry. Wonderful work!

    And thanks for stopping by Scrambled, Not Fried

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  13. Such a beautifully sensual piece of writing...luscious....have to search out some blackberries now.

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  14. Very beautiful and summery feeling. Almost like a dream. I enjoyed it very much!

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