July

By: ailsaandlisa

Jul 25 2014

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Category: free verse, poem

4 Comments

Aperture:f/3.3
Focal Length:4.4mm
ISO:125
Shutter:1/30 sec
Camera:DMC-TZ7

The path to the Library was lined with bilberries
and so they had to stop, rummage in a rucksack
for a bag, collect the soft blue beads.
Their heads and necks got hot in the sun.

Between thumb and forefinger she turned
a single berry, slowly, said it could be a planet
where it’s always night. He said it was the egg
of a giant mutant spider.

They picked till fingers and lips were purple,
planned pancakes, muffins, pie.
He remembered a delicious tart in Paris,
and that the French for bilberry is la myrtille.

She recalled a breakfast in New York
but decided not to mention it.

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The seventh poem written by Ailsa Holland as Poet in Residence 2014 at Tegg’s Nose Country Park, Cheshire. Photo by Ailsa Holland.

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4 comments on “July”

  1. Another great poem and photo, well done xx

  2. Love this, Ailsa. ‘a planet where it’s always night’ Beautiful.


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