Grateful for Blueberries

Posted on 2021/11/22 by Bartholomew Barker

Grateful for Blueberries

Blueberry pie may be purple
but it tastes like the blue
summer sky reflecting
off a cold mirror lake
in New England.

I brace for the shock
as flavor soaks my tongue
and drown in a sweet
thanksgiving.

(Another prompt combo: blue and gratitude.)

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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17 Responses to Grateful for Blueberries

  2. Ali Grimshaw says:
    2021/11/22 at 20:06

    Happy Thanksgiving. Your poem made me rethink my decision not to make a pie this year.

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  3. Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris says:
    2021/11/22 at 20:36

    Alas, I must skip dessert every night. But, to read in a poem the delight you obtain from a berry that’s blue and not purple; is well and truly quite delightful.

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  4. Cassa Bassa says:
    2021/11/22 at 20:37

    What a savourable poem! Hmmmmm

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  5. JeanMarie says:
    2021/11/22 at 21:46

    Now I need pie! 😃💙

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  6. Sunra Rainz says:
    2021/11/23 at 04:39

    Delicious! 😊

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