August Ablaze
Field jabbered with color,
texture of a thousand cups;
workers transport pollen to
hives, nests, nightly rests.
Dark, juicy clusters wait
along borders, on fences;
opportunistic vines climb,
others bellicose spreaders
who exact blood tolls.
August in Michigan,
~ ~ ~ ablaze ~ ~ ~
with an unfiltered,
purposeful sun.
De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word jabber.
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I love blackberries… looks delicious
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I picked some yesterday and ate them with yogurt, then went back out and picked this bowl. They are in the fridge, waiting.
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‘jabbered’ with colour such a great description Lisa 💕
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Thanks, Ange!
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This iteration of the word makes me soooo happy, Lisa:
“jabbered with color”
So wonderful!
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It’s all your fault, De <3
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For some reason, those blackberries look great against the black pan. You are making me hungry..
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I agree with you about the colors. It really was a random bowl I picked. They are so tasty! Was really shocked the birds hadn’t gotten to them.
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yes! and you didn’t resort to making jelly of the jabber-juice. Love your images, thanks for seeking ’em out
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Well… this bowl is sitting in the fridge, so I may. Jabber-juice I love the idea of it.
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Yes, August is ablaze, Lisa. I can see it all around our village and beyond. I love the phrase ‘field jabbered with color’, the busy bees, and the ‘dark, juicy clusters’ – the blackberries in our garden are still yellow and red.
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Waiting is… as Heinlein said.
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Not yellow and red, green and red!
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Ablaze with flavour too
Thanks for dropping by ny blog
much♡love
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Yes!
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I enjoy the use of jabber here. I have wild blackberries too. I pick at my own risk.
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Thanks, Someone. I was so careful in picking them but I had to go into the thicket a little to get a good batch and a thorn caught me just above the knee.
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“Field jabbered with color”….what an inventive use of the word.
Also love the title, even though it was hard for me to not think of all our wildfires here in Canada with “August Ablaze”. 😪
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Mish thanks, and I really hope there is a storm front that blankets the fires with drenching rain. I will continue that prayer. We’ve been getting smoke from the fires as a visible and sometimes invisible haze that has had me coughing and my younger son got a respiratory infection from.
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My favorite berries! Artfully crafted poem, Lisa.
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Susan thanks so much. I love them also.
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I love the brushstroke of ‘jabbered’ with color – sounds like a staining technique, that ties in beautifully with your berries, so painterly. It reminds me of a wonderful woodcut of Helen Frankenthaler’s called Essence Mulberry.
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Thanks so much for the feedback, Anna.
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Delicious! (K)
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:)
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A wonderful post, Lisa. Yum!
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Thanks much, Dwight.
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You are welcome, Lisa.
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These yummy berries would make for a delicious cocktail! :-)
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Christian that’s a great idea. Blackberry martini :)
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Wow, that’s wonderful. What a brilliant use of the form! (And brings back all sorts of memories of blackberries and blackberrying.)
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Much appreciated and happy to hear it. Blackberrying great verb :)
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As others mention, nice repurposing of the word. 👏
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Shaun, thanks much :)
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Ah, you were right in your reply to my comment in your previous post! Ah, summer… ☀️
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Those berries worth a little blood sacrifice. Love the “unfiltered, purposeful sun.”
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Thanks, Judy, yes, they are.
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Love this vivid picture Li.
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Happy you like it, Sadje.
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❤️🙏🏼❤️
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A very sensory poem, Lisa.
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Thanks for reading and your comment, Robbie.
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My pleasure
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There are a lot of blackberry bushes not far from my house
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Hope you and the pup make it over there and pick a few.
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Across the road from my great grandmother‘s house near Battle Creek are giant brambles of blackberries. Whenever we visit, she’d send us out with buckets. Afterwards, we’d go fishing in the small lakes just on the other side. What a great reminder of the place where my father grew up. Thank you very much.
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Such pleasant memories, Aaron. Very cool your dad’s side of the family grew up in Michigan.
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Yeah. They’ve been there for a really long time. My aunt says since the mid 1700s, but that’s no honor. My ancestors were really poor and for the most part worked the factories or worked on farms. That’s OK. I think Michigan is beautiful. I visit every five or six years. I still have family in Battle Creek, Warren, and Pontiac.
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Those berries look yummy, Li – great pictures!
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They are. I actually dreamed last night about a place in the yard where there were more. :)
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Please send me a copy of your dream!
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Nolcha, there wasn’t much to the dream. It was out behind the bard, under an overhang of leaves that I noticed a cluster. I thought ooh I didn’t think of looking for them there. And no I haven’t gone back out there to see if they are really there :)
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I love the richness here, Lisa — that “purposeful sun” really seals the scene for me.
~David
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David, thanks much :)
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Your poem painted a rich and lush summer. The plenty and color balance the heat for sure. :-)
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Imelda, so glad you enjoyed the poem. Thank you for the feedback on the balance.
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My raspberries have all gone. I don’t think there will be a second batch. Mine were red. I have some wild grapes but I haven’t spotted any fruit yet.
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I love me some fresh summer fruits! My favourites will always be of the tropical variety, but I do love seasonal strawberries. 😋
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Yummy on strawberries for me also. Strawberry Shortcake Rocks!
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Yes and yes! 😋🥂
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Love the purposeful sun.
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Thanks, Melissa.
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