Saturday, 22 August 2009

The Plum Thief

A few hours after I posted my poem Fallen Plums, I went outside into the garden and found Nel our border collie stretched out under the plum tree gorging herself on the fruits. Earlier in the day I had watched her pick off blackberries from the low brambles. Our little fruitarian!

Friday, 21 August 2009

Fallen Plums

I collected the plums,
fallen without sound
into the tall grass.
One half
was sweet with ripeness,
the other soured green.
My tongue
alive to the wholeness.