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Blackthorns

Blackthorns

 

Blackthorns burst into blurs of bloom, darkening

Under penumbras of early bees, each corolla

A flare of petals, promising payloads of nectar

To beetles with probing mouths, the air heady

With smells of sweetness and sex. All this

A generous ruse. Job done, the petals shed,

And the lichen-scabbed twigs are serried

With spines. Bees flex stings. Birds await

The biting harvest of the sloes.

 

Poem by Giles Watson, 2012.

 

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Taken on April 1, 2012