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Blackthorn

Blackthorns burst into blurs of bloom, darkening under penumbras of early bees, each corolla a flare of petals, promising payloads of nectar to beetles with probing mouths, the air heady with smells of sweetness and sex. All this a generous ruse. Job done, the petals shed, and the lichen-scabbed twigs are serried with spines. Bees flex stings. Birds await the biting harvest of the sloes.

Poem by Giles Watson.


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