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Strawberries in November


Benjamin

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As nights draw in

and autumn smells

bring on our antiquated ritual

of Guy Fawkes Night.

Small children pester

for their fireworks

and scary clothes

then after they've had Halloween

cremate him

for the countless time.

 

The whole world seems

to have gone mad.

Fresh strawberries!

In November

I ask you.

Not those elongated

Egyptian ones

that have a slightly bitter taste.

But succulent, sweet English ones

recalling summer days

and fragrant ladies

strolling in the parks.

And when the pickers talk of home

I can't help think

the pleasure's in the missing.

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I can't help think

the pleasure's in the missing.

 

Many cringe and rage at sentimentality.....I relish it. I like this part and poem, and it somewhat reminds me of the more formulaic piece "Sestina of Sunday Music" by UK poet Vernon Scannell.

 

http://sestinas.jelyon.com/2007/05/10/sestina-of-sunday-music-vernon-scannell/

 

cremate him

for the countless time.

 

Very Halloweeny, that. :)

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And still some celebrate a terrorist's act. Wonder if he feels just a slight singe. Too bad most urchins have no idea who Guy Fawkes was or represented. Perhaps they would be better prepared for ISIS. Okay, I'm in a worse than usual place today. I'm glad you pass on to us the events around you, Geoff.

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Thanks for your comments guys-- and Franklin-- keep well my friend :-). I'm pleased the metaphors have not been overlooked. Our unusually warm summer and persistent mild weather has left us with a bumper crop, that may last well into autumn and even winter months. The last three lines are reference to migration, a huge problem of both past and present. G

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The whole world seems

to have gone mad.

 

But change is there to be embraced B. :smile:

 

The ingenuity to manufacture seasonal foods one of the great advances of human progess - remember those days when our ancestors depended on the luck of trees!

 

all the best

 

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Frank E Gibbard

Reflections on passing norms this countryman can relate to, nicely put Geoff. What irritates me is the stretch of the fireworks through Diwali, Halloween and finally not just Nov.5 but the whole weekend. Frank

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I've nothing against positive change and I understand the need for long winters to have bright interludes. Some of these things remind me (not disparagingly) of an Irish bar in Crete with permanent Christmas decorations. Or another, much closer to home, with furniture fixed upside down on the ceiling and a clock that runs backwards like Through The Looking Glass. G :biggrin:

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The Irish pub in Crete is a clock running backwards ... ah, sure, good luck to them, anyway!

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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