Blueberries for August

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Blueberries
 
 They were heaven—sweet food
from the fairy realm
I ate as we picked along the road
into the field where three sheep watched us
we picked into the woods at the swamp
The first time mum and I picked berries I was three
 
Mum gasped when she stepped into the swamp
then wiped a muddy high heel in the leaves
I laughed at the silliness of wearing heels
looking back she likely didn’t take time to change
when she saw how I took to these berries
 
The day she died I brought
home made blueberry ice cream
dad said she wasn’t going to want
blueberry ice cream any more
he sat at the kitchen table and
she lay alone in the next room
I sat with her while breath
rattled in and out
slower and harder each time
 
I pick wild sweet berries to eat with thick cream
mix them with lemon for blueberry pie each July
far from home now in forest edge garden each year
I enter a contest with birds to see who harvests the most
And I remember the first time

 

IMG_0971A Lunasa harvest of lavender, calendula, and anise hyssop for tea and tincture.

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About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, small sculptures—communing with Spirits of the Forest and Field, bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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