Sunday, 10 June 2012

Oregon Grape & Pheasant Berry

Oregon Grape

Happy in sun
or shade
is the smallish shrub.

As its red hue spreads,
dense in Autumn

its perfumed shrub
lies in wait,
with blackberries.

Pheasant Berry

Green shoots
purple fruit,

as they weave
through the red-wine

of the most pleasant berry.


They watched as he drew closer,
a shadowy figure zig-zagging
through moonlight, cutting up stars
that so carefully construct
the way home, like pin points
on a old map now faded,
edges forming of a brand new galaxy.

The ship waits in the un-mapped water,
nervous as a parent, anxious
for it’s child’s return to land that’s known,
not unbranded seas of orange and gold,
glittering peninsulas and Eskimo-white peaks.