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Late Cropping Raspberries #DVersePoets

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.

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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

16 Comments

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.’

  4. Very beautiful. 🙂 I especially love this:

    “these blooms are redder, fatter,
    skins splitting sticky on a palm.”

    Your words are so vivid. Amazing writing.

  5. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    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.

  6. This is a feast for the senses: I can taste the raspberries as I read, and feel the unexpected heat from the winter sun.

  7. 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.

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