Saturday, 3 October 2009

Elderberry globules

constellating silver and black,

hang, waving a dangled cluster

of dendrites, each with a full-stop

of juicy bounty longing

to explode blue-black links

between a tree root, leaf and fruit

and out into an inky mouth that flies

away, winging air: a fountain of creation.


  1. Wow, this is some amazingness poetry here. I am in awe.

  2. This could be a perfect ending for my poem/post of agony this morning. God just spoke directly through you to me, no distance at all. Fruit man. Big fruit.
    Thanks for listening. Saying it.

  3. The 'fountain of creation' 'hang' a wonderful cycle here. One must look close to see the whole process explode into tapestry of the biosphere. Sorry for getting giddy. I am reminded of the Medusa and the Snail, where Lewis could not keep his mind still thinking of the two symbiots together.

  4. Three great comments here already I need say no more than that.

  5. Excellent. Thank you for sharing with us. :)