Hawthorn berries (Crataegus monogyna)
Image: Wikimedia Commons
you’re not
supposed to speak softly
in feather light whispers
at my throat
language foreign
to a scrap like me
my mini-heart flutters
in its hummingbird bones
afraid it might learn how to
cherish me too
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
*Note: Hawthorn berries, flowers and leaves are used as an herbal medicine in the treatment of heart and cardiovascular ailments.
Written for dVerse Poetics where Fred Rutherford has us
keeping it brief!
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Saturday, March 2, 2013
Your Tonic Like Hawthorn
Friday, March 1, 2013
Bloodless March
today
i can tell you what
a dried orange peel feels
like
hanging on—
barely
wrapped in yesterday’s
color
now a duller shade
possessed by winter
contained in the
glass bowl of night
where mango and cinnamon
and cardamom
die on my lips scented
citrus
nut hard and inedible
a shade
of passion’s fruit
wheeled out on gurneys
of seasons past
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
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