Sugared Strawberries

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Get Listed:  Late March Edition
(posted by Sanaa)

Greetings poets, wayfarers and friends. As we bid farewell to the month of March I am reminded of poems by Algernon who was one of the most accomplished lyric poets of the Victorian era. The early critics commended his intricately extended and evocative imagery, metrical virtuosity, rich use of assonance and alliteration, as well as bold and complex rhythms.

For this “Get Listed” edition I want you guys to choose any 3 words that fit best with the mood/theme/personality of your poem on a topic of your choice. For those who would like an added (optional) challenge feel free to throw in a word or two of your own and be sure to mention it somewhere in your post.

afternoon      centuries      silence              sugar         forbidden
untried          dust               march               teasingly   rise
primrose       shadows       inseparable      open          strawberry
smudge          song              bowl                   yellow       care

Forbidden afternoons of sweet strawberries
were sugar for the soul, though set in shadows.
Woven together with threads of love, every
moment melded them closer, cast a glow.

Time traveled in a windy circle of space,
a song sung without attentiveness
to the outside world where clocks had faces.
So singular their love, they became careless.

Suspicions surfaced in both families
demanding tough decisions be made.
One day in Spring, sparrows nesting in trees,
the lovers tears trickled; this was their last day.

He would cease gifting her with yellow roses
She would remember sweet kisses in meadows

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Sugared Strawberries

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    Such a wonderfully bittersweet poem, Sara! ❤️ I especially love; “Time traveled in a windy circle of space, a song sung without attentiveness,” that is often the case with love! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. 😀

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  2. kanzensakura says:

    So sad. gone the kisses in the meadows, the sugared strawberries…very sadi. I wonder if he really loved her or just used her.


  3. annell4 says:

    This seems bitter-sweet to me. So much to love!!


  4. Afternoons of sweet strawberries that came to an end……..sigh…….so nostalgic.


  5. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    Oh, families … a bit like Romeo & Juliet…. without such a tragic ending.


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