Large red heart shaped
Waiting to ensnare
Lighter at the core
Soft succulent
A summer treat

Artificail coxed to a sad perfection
You are over priced
Over engorged Watery and compared to your ragga muffin ancestor –

For the races,
For the hotels
For Pimms with ice and mint
But as nothing to the wild
Smaller than a finger tip
Mostly a ghostly white
They taste of strawberry
And best of all free!
Nestled in the hedgerows
Consumed by passing birds
And those few who know the secrets

Same really I can eat neither
Stupid food allergies.

Posted: Tuesday, April 16th, 2019 @ 12:09 am
Categories: Poems.
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