
Originally Posted by
freckle
I am good thanks Mossy...just liked the poem! and your baby running bare foot choice too! Good that we can rely on old stalwarts such as yourself to drag this thread back from the brink of the second page (she states aghast!) ....
here is a little offering inspired by my love of autumn (amongst other things)...
Tricking the sloes
I was so satiated words vanished
And all that remained was a wish for time
to be frozen by a great imaginary shutter
capable of snapping this golden leitmotif,
writ large in the forest with its slight clart underfoot,
and leaves in varying continua of life and death.
Through the lens a discrete image would form
our hands unknotting, working in unison
to capture with enthusiasm
each purple waxy drupe before the frost.
It would remember with ease our discussion
of how simple trickery via a blast in the freezer,
would transform the astringent blooms
into sweet heady fruit ripe for infusion.
Yet try as I might, time cannot be paused
I failed to develop the camera of my dreams
And as the light fell in dappled blankets
Over the hush of secret elms
it was time to go home.
Passing an elderly couple
who were one step ahead of us
with their own blend of liquid memories
I was reminded with a small pang of reality
It will not always be time to trick the sloes.