Prussic acid

lijsterbes

Your words were berries of the rowan tree
surprising in greyness of October
seductive their orange frivolity
when sober thoughts might come and be of death.

The black birds ate the berries anyway
surviving the deadly prussic acid.
Thus I shouldn’t worry what others say,
in placid lines that really mean to hurt.

Like black birds I chewed the fruit, digested,
immune to poison that must come along
with all brightness of the tree, to test it.
I’m strong enough to let your venom pass.

Comments on: "Prussic acid" (12)

  1. I love all the metaphor in this Ina. And “orange frivolity” is brilliant!

    L&H Xx

  2. damn! this is wonderful!!!

  3. Almost our national tree in Scotland. Good poem.

  4. Yes, as Christine wrote – wonderful metaphor, Ina. And love the imagery – the last stanza is powerful. Love it! XO

  5. Word are terribly powerful & enduring, aren’t they! Wonderful metaphor ! Faithfully Debbie

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