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I discovered the wild green plum

down the lane, where the horse's run

rolls the clay to a chocolate base,

Turning features on the face

of fertile wet earth dust

on her bulging bee-yeast crust,

and the creamy custard sky

tops a bramble plum-filled pie.


Here the spikey blackthorns reach

to the haw, to the oak, to the beech,

While their tarty indigo sloes

top the gentle-fruit of the rose


Hip, cheers - to the spreading jam

to a plum-soaked brandy dram,

and a pleasant evening in

with a shot of sweet sloe gin.

◄ Goshawk

Gaggle me ►


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Anthony Emmerson

Mon 28th Sep 2009 01:07

Hi Carol,
Lovely seasonal/pastoral imagery and a cleverly unobtrusive rhyme scheme. It's good to read something cheerful and different.


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Cate Greenlees

Sun 20th Sep 2009 20:54

Lovely rich language for a rich time of year... I liked it a lot.
Cate xx

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carol falaki

Fri 18th Sep 2009 12:57

Thanks for your comments, the plums are in the brandy and the sloes are in the gin already.

<Deleted User> (6576)

Fri 18th Sep 2009 12:09

I really enjoyed this poem, your style of writing is so lovely to read.

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Fri 18th Sep 2009 11:36

Here she is again.
I adore your poetry Carol. You always seem to turn up with something original at the precise time on wol. A great little poem this one. :-)


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David Franks

Fri 18th Sep 2009 10:10

A tasty dish of a poem, Carol!

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Dave Bradley

Fri 18th Sep 2009 09:40

I enjoyed this Carol. There is a sort of richness of appreciation in it. It does a very good job of tuning the reader to what is going on around us as Autumn approaches. Cheers indeed

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