Journey of Words

Wild Garlic

Pungent woodland trailBetween the bluebellsAnd forget-me-notsThe garlic running wildYou scrunched up two leavesOffered them to meTo roll between my palmsYou watchedMy deep inhalationOf the scented sapLeaked from the bruised vacuolesMay’s first dayWarmth, at lastA woodpecker drumming~ CLP 01/05/2024 

Pungent woodland trail
Between the bluebells
And forget-me-nots
The garlic running wild

You scrunched up two leaves
Offered them to me
To roll between my palms

You watched
My deep inhalation
Of the scented sap
Leaked from the bruised vacuoles

May’s first day
Warmth, at last
A woodpecker drumming

~

CLP 01/05/2024

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Chris Perry

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