For HB – a small poem about harvest ( Don’t ever doubt it)
Posted: August 25, 2015 Filed under: Poem | Tags: apples, butter, cherries, chutney, Poem, Poetry, sugar 2 CommentsI see you, in my mind’s eye,
as the rail skimming miles slide by.
You are peeling apples
in our kitchen,
two ageing, worsted cook books,
flour dusted, unflustered
by your side.
Chunking, slicing, chutney dicing.
Slooshing, whooshing, liquid reducing.
And that, which cannot be denied?
You’re the jam, the jelly roll, adoration preserved.
The unadulterated, unreserved,
honeyed, sugar coated,
butter bested.
The core – I’m sure,
and yet, by me : surely undeserved?
The bowl of cherries and more.
Clever, cute, . . . lovely!
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Oh you are so nice! ❤
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