Blessed are the flockmarked trees and bees made gold.
Indispensable bumbles, fluffs and fauna.
Boysenberry,
Cranberry, tulle, Boysenberry, pawnbroker, penumbra. They scatter.
A fire above the blazing garden battle. Honeylove for a pout,
teacakes, Earls in Grey and flour white loaves. Caught at
the edge, the bee-sage makes a heavenly stout: pressed to lips,
a pleasant hum to make good the year and sun’s sweet sallow.
© Eve Redwater 2012


Poetry and teatime in a garden of flowers.
Yes! Right on the money.
Lovely poem. Bees are life. “Boysenberry,/ Cranberry, tulle, Boysenberry, pawnbroker, penumbra. They scatter.” wow.
Thank you! And thank you for visiting all the way from Blogspot too!
I love this poem!
Thank you Russell!
Eve: Eden in a teacup…thx! RT
Thank you RT! What a lovely way of putting it.
Love this moment you have captured so beautifully, Eve!
Glad you like it Lauren, thank you very much!
That’s beautiful, Eve.
Many thanks for reading it Seekraz!
You are so welcome.
oh this is scrumptious!
Thank you Jane.
A perfect spring song, Stacey! Just beautiful – Kathleen
Thank you Kathleen, I’m glad you like it!
That awesome moment when you read an Eve Redwater poem. Have you published a book with your best works yet? If not, you should probably consider it. Great job, as usual. Cheers.
Hi Jan, thank you! No, I’m not ready to publish yet, I still have a lot of improving to do.
Oh, Eve.
Absolutely. More. Than. Lovely.
Thank you very much.
Pretty purple picture & fair flowery flavored words…
Many thanks for reading Lindy!
Goodness, I felt I was eating honey right off the comb as I read it.
Thank you Kathryn! I really want to try that…
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Again, an absolutely wonderful delight of a poem. The language tumbles down the lines and the images are as exquisite as life.
Thank you Thomas, this is such a beautiful comment!