Palatable Green

There was a ditch not far from home,
Where bird eggs rested broken and warm
Crackling under bicycle tires.
Hard, like juniper potpourri.
A fragrance that often liked my nose.
The mistake of biting one as a child.

The boy with the long blonde hair
Falls from his trusty steed:
A rusty blue Raleigh.
Scuffing a knee before the sunrise,
Picking shell-bits from his nostrils.
A most unwelcome invasion of privacy.

Β© Eve Redwater 2012


17 thoughts on “Palatable Green

  1. Raleighs! They were like the Model T for middle class children across the globe. Did you do the drawing as well? Very evocative. Kids do the darndest things, don’t they?

  2. Another brilliantly insightful look at life through your perceptive eyes. I still have an old Raleigh Mercury behind the shed, very rusty. I got it when I was twelve – I won’t tell you what year that was…

  3. Love the photo, remember tipping off my bike (but it was a Huffy! Perhaps a commentary on something related to the way I rode?), know the mistakes and embarrassments of childhood well into aging! πŸ˜‰

    • Thanks Kathryn. πŸ™‚ You’ve no idea how many times I fell off my bike while learning… or should I say “crashed”. I did have some rather spectacular collisions!

  4. You are just brilliant with your words! I love it!
    I also love your own quote about sanity…Do you mind if I use that for favorite quotes that I want to put on my site. I can link if back to you if you’d like.
    Thanks to for the visit earlier. Missed you commenting, but did appreciate the like.
    Hugs, Deb xx

  5. On one page your poem was in paragraph form and here it is more linear. I find it works both ways. I guess you could call it poetic prose in paragraph form. Anyway, I really enjoyed it.

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