Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Red Handed


We caught the day red handed in
sun warm berries
winkled from shady green.
Tiny, achingly sweet first fruit,
a wild promise mounded
in summer starved hands.

Not enough for strawberry jam, we  stand
and count to three and laugh as we
cram our mouths full.

Eyes closed, we grin and
groan with ecstasy,
red juice and memories
trickling down our faces.
We caught the day,
red handed.

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2 thoughts on “Red Handed

  1. Your strawberry jam and red juices remind me of eating blackberries, freshly picked and eaten from the vine. And, yes those juices trickled down our faces and stained our clothes.

    • there’s nothing quite like a handful of wild strawberries to cause a taste explosion in your mouth! lol. Blackberries don’t grow wild up here, but I guess they can be very invasive down in the lower mainland (BC, Canada)…I’ve always thought that if you’re going to have an invasive weed, at least one that provides you with fuel for good jam is better than stinging nettle 🙂

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