crunchy, delightful—
bursting with intensity…
until they are gone
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Thank you for reading my very first haiku poem.
This has been a rewarding and educational assignment.
I was inspired to share my personal love of the wild blueberries growing naturally in Lac Saint Jean, Quebec.
They are less than half the size of those we buy in supermarkets, yet their intense, sweet and tart flavour—easily ten-fold.
The perfect blueberries for a sugar-dusted, mountainous pie—served, of course, with a generous side of delicious French vanilla ice cream. Or, simply popped into your mouth just as they are.
Whatever blueberries are to you—it is hard to deny their mighty power!
About the Creator
Andrea Hilton
Montreal based writer. Lover of the dark, mysterious, and enchanted. A talker who loves writing stories. A believer of wishes and magic. A big kid, still filled with wonder.
Genres: neo-noir, magic realism, horror fantasy and sci-fi.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven4 days ago in Fiction
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Andrea is an amazing storyteller...I could almost taste those delicious blueberries!