Dogberry

A Poem by CH Archive

Dogberry

The sun, japan-red, salmon,

Pinched by the scissortooth branch

Held up like a connoisseur, an appraisal officer

Versus October sky - who wears the color better?

Blood red, cherry red, a tint of orange,

We used them as bullets, tiny and hard

Flung them from slingshots in my backyard

The dogberry is a multi-purposed weapon;

My grandfather made wine out of them

Had the whole operation right in his kitchen

Drank a glass every night in autumn,

And although I thought it tasted bad

It made him happy

So long live the dogberry

Long live the dogberry.

Author's Note

Poem #7, October 7

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Added on October 9, 2017
Last Updated on October 9, 2017

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