Ploom #002
Turning point I
Beth McDonough
Snowberries become September –
almost so perfect. Their already pale spheres
hover whiter against dark hedges,
contrast with veridian circle leaves.
Too polystyrene-like, perhaps,
robust, but strange.
Almost ethereal.
Ethereal? Almost. Strange, but robust.
Perhaps like polystyrene too.
Leaves circle, dying vivid,
with contrast-edged red, again.
Whiter hover-spheres, pale-
already, they’re perfect, so almost November.
Become corpseberries.
‘Turning point I’ read by the author
Beth McDonough
Beth McDonough's poetry is widely anthologised and published in many places. Her first solo pamphlet Lamping for pickled fish is published by 4Word. Fairly soon, her site-specific poem will be installed on the Corbenic Poetry Path.
She swims year round in the Tay, foraging close by.
Another of Beth’s poems, Wading into the Firth, waist-high, will be published alongside this work in our upcoming anthology.