Last of the soft fruits,
these blooms are redder, fatter,
skins splitting sticky on a palm.
Drew my tongue along a lifeline,
caught what was left beaded
between the creases of flesh.
Half a gasp at the tingling,
spring still weaving magic
as the trees catch fire.
Time trick of seasons blurring,
like unexpected heat
under the winter sun.
Carol J Forrester 
Carol, I’m really confused! I had a link come through on my phone for a poem about Traitors Gate, but when I clicked on the Mr Linky link I came through to this,and now I can’t find the other poem at all.
I don’t think I have written any poems about Traitors Gate, this is the one I linked up… how odd.
It’s my fault. I can’t seem to get comments reliably on the computer, so I juggle two devices, not always very well…
I really am confused. I got my links muddled up! I think I skipped one. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Back to THIS poem:
I love the sensuality – the juice caught in the lifeline, the gasp of pleasure – and I love this: spring still weaving magic
as the trees catch fire.
It’s one of the things I love about this time of year, the fact that seasons blur and blend at the edges. Lovely write.
Thank you Sarah. I was just really happy to still have some raspberries to pick. Forgot I planted late cropping ones.
I think ours are well and truly over. Apples all the way down now…
Your late cropping raspberries are so vivid, Carol, I can taste them! I gasped too when I read the lines:
‘Drew my tongue along a lifeline,
caught what was left beaded
between the creases of flesh.’
And I love the
‘Time trick of seasons blurring,
like unexpected heat
under the winter sun.’
Thank you Kim. Vivid is a good word to hear.
I would love to have some late raspberries… but now it’s too late for anything her i fear.
Very beautiful. 🙂 I especially love this:
“these blooms are redder, fatter,
skins splitting sticky on a palm.”
Your words are so vivid. Amazing writing.
What a fall bonus to find delicious berries. Your description shows how good they taste.
Very nice, particularly the line: ‘skins splitting sticky on a palm’.
Raspberries in thick cream is such a treat. They grow ell around here, and I prefer them to even strawberries Some fine word-smithing here, my favorite lines already noted. I wrote 8 tercets, devouring the prompt list.
This is a feast for the senses: I can taste the raspberries as I read, and feel the unexpected heat from the winter sun.
I like this bit of time travel through the senses.
I’m not sure what your three words were, but how wonderful to get this bit of time travel through the season–and so vivid.
Half a gasp at the tingling,
spring still weaving magic
as the trees catch fire.