Wild and white

white blossom – photoart & poem – 2018 Laura Granby

today I’ll write about white
after all it is April and the wild cherries
are making preparations
there’ll be a spread of summer jam
bleached damask tablecloths edged with picot
lifting like coy petticoats in a flurry
and when drapes are drawn to a close
snow will embellish the winter garden
inviting the living to proclaim their presence
pen and ink on a blanched canvas
footfall on coral sand
today it is the inimitable fall of petals
in immaculate transience

Recipe: Wild cherry jam

This poem is prompted by Waiting on Words day nine: White. It is chosen by Elizabeth whose birthday it is today and who writes beautifully at Soul’s Music
And am planting this April poem in the Imaginary Garden’s free-for-all “Tuesday Platform

39 Comments on “Wild and white

  1. Although I used to make both raspberry and strawberry jam, we did go to Door County and pick tons of fresh cherries. I used them to make “Cherry Bounce”, with Brandy added. Potent stuff, but quite smooth. Which is how I responded to your heady mixture of sensuous imagery and color. Thank you,

    Elizabeth

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  2. Lovely images and descriptions. I love the picture you have painted. It feels charmingly old-fashioned.

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    • definitely a garden with our native wild cherries for blossom and birds – and jam if only the birds that fertilised the seed of this tree would leave some!

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  3. This is such an incredibly exquisite write!💞 You make me want to make cherry marmalade jam and devour it whole! 😀

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  4. Lovely words and images of the beauty of white and the promise of red in wild cherry jam…delicious!
    Anna :o]

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  5. This is lovely, I especially like
    “bleached damask tablecloths edged with picot lifting like coy petticoats in a flurry”
    These words remind me of family picnics years ago. The blossoms are beautiful! 🙂

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    • tea al fresco – ahh there is nothing like it! thank you – the blossoms I photographed last year and artified them this year just as the tree is flowering again

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  6. I feel I have sat down to tea. Lovely poem. I still make jams: cherry, peach, strawberry. I use my mother-in-law’s cherries as she has gotten so she doesn’t pick them anymore. I add kirschwasser to the cherries for some extra bounce!

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  7. What a gorgeous image in lines evocative of afternoon tea and etiquette:
    ‘bleached damask tablecloths edged with picot
    lifting like coy petticoats in a flurry’.
    I also love the images evoked in:
    ‘pen and ink on a blanched canvas
    footfall on coral sand
    today it is the inimitable fall of petals
    in immaculate transience’.

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