Follow up to Poetry for Mid-Summer - My Pantoum

In the whirlwind of post-Derecho chaos it's taken me a while to get to this post so I apologize for the delay.  In a previous post, I promised to share the creative output from my Poetry for Midsummer program.  While several people share their poems the night of the event , there weren't too many brave souls ready to have their work shared in a public forum. An exception to that was Ginger Ingalls, a lovely local poet who shared her pantoum on her Facebook page. You can find her poem, as well as other examples of here writing here.

And so Ginger's not alone in sharing, I'll be brave. Here's the pantoum I wrote that night . . .

Ripe blueberries,
a taste of childhood.
Blueblack dusky globes
X marks the spot where the angels kissed them.

A taste of childhood.
I tickle them away from green leaves.
X marks the spot where the angels kissed them,
their laughter explodes in my mouth.

I tickle them away from green leaves,
blueberry pie, blueberry buckle, blueberry jam, Blueberries for Sal,
their laughter explodes in my mouth.
Catbirds glean the leftovers.

Blueberry pie, blueberry buckle, blueberry jam, Blueberries for Sal,
I'm happy to share the bounty.
Catbirds glean the leftovers,
a gift for all creation.