The Spirit of Summer
We walk through sandy ditches, padding through crawling vegetation;
Ruby red feather-heart leaves wobble and bob gently in the breeze,
And, amongst the curling stems, hiding underneath umbrella leaves,
Pink hearts with pin-prick seeds lie in wait, ready to be eaten.
A wood mouse, wet nose twitching in the warm sweet breeze,
Tip-toes towards the bountiful branches –
Delicately prising off the berries, peeling the flesh away to reveal
Sweet crunch seeds, which glisten like stars.
A merl of blackbirds descends onto the pink picnic,
Gulping berries back whole by the dozen –
Singing between mouthfuls; black feathers glistening
And eyes sparkling in the evening glow.
We walk together through sandy ditches, stooping low towards the fruit;
Hands reaching out and gently twisting the berries,
Which pop! In the mouth – a starburst of sweetness –
The spirit of summer.
This poem is my entry into Elliott & Thompson and Steve Rutt's "The Spirit of Summer" writing competition - it is inspired by a wild strawberry-filled walk that I went on yesterday, and the joy of picking wild fruit!
An infographic of my poem can be viewed below:
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