STRANGE FRUIT

[Maureen K Clifford]

STRANGE FRUIT ... Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet

A froth of blossom pink and white
danced along on joyous toes
amongst the paddocks shivery grass
thousands of apple trees in rows.

The rain washed fruit - some plump and green
and others shaded damson hue
festooned the lovely dancing trees
with glazed colours – 'neath skies of blue.

And gentle winds caressed the boughs
a shush fell over every chair.
On the big screen was Lady Day -
the blast of trumpets filled the air.

The last notes of her lone song lingered
a haunting chord – under duress.
Folks laughed and talked and raised their glasses.
Jazz and James - Holiday success.

[Cropduster]

The incomparable Billie Holiday - and that haunting last note.

Very different fruits indeed.

Nice one, Maureen

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thanks Allan - pleased you caught the connection - Jazz in the Vineyard at Stanthorpe, always good.