The blackthorn is flowering – “spring stars” – with the promise of many sloes this autumn. Strange to think of autumn now, when the spring has only just begun. But that is the nature of things.
Prunus spinosa
In a Blackthorn Spring
Even if I knew
Icelandic names for snow,
or spoke a thousand
densities of white,
from Queen Annβs lace
to campion to ice
or melted glacial crystals
on my tongue
to sweat new words
they would not paint
this blossom held to blue:
spring stars
hatched from rapier boughs,
the bitter sloes of winter.
by Lynne Wycherley
Gorgeous image and poem!
Thanks Sheryl!
Excellent verse! Evocative pure new and slowly passing! I thouroughly enjoyed each words relationship to the former.
I love this poem too. It describes so perfectly how I feel seeing the thousands of tiny white flowers against a blue spring sky!
So awesome that the poet can humbly profess a love for the poem they participated in recording. As if the poem belongs to another and we had the privileged to simply copy it as it crossed our minds:) I love it!
This poem was written by Lynne Wycherley. (http://www.candlestickpress.co.uk/poet/lynne-wycherley/)
Beauty, pure and simple. π
Thanks Robin. π
Such a beautiful image of contrasts.
I was lucky to get some blue sky between April showers! π
By far one of your most stunning photos!
Thank you so much Bonnie! π
An excellent photo of such an exquisite flower and a new to me poem which I thoroughly enjoyed. Thanks Cathy.
Glad you enjoyed it Anna!
Beautiful picture Cathy! Is there going to be sloe gin this autumn? π
Maybe! π
beautiful words and herbs
Thank you!