Medlar to Blet
Leave them to hang on the tree a while longer
and let them overripen there ..
After all, it is their autumn and their tears shed ..
Yes, allow them to weep slowly
into an old open bowl, cup or Coptic jar until they
are filled and eventually
preserved and fit, for the children to enjoy them ..
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Neville (
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The image of the Coptic jar burns brightly into the ‘after image’ of the poem; always preparing and always ready!
Thank you sir .. my cryptic jar runneth over .. Neville
There is an unexplicable element about this poem that feels like it has been hanging on that tree ripening and it weeps droping metaphoric tears. This water gives life to the poem. The water that is at first murky becomes clearer with time. Sweets for the children. Loved this poem Neville wished I had thought ot it.
I do like the cut of your gib sir .. thanks a million .. Neville
This is too charming and so sweetly rendered, I could hug myself after the pretty indulgence. Thank you so very much for sharing!
It feels like you got it too Missy .. thank you so much for indulging with me .. Neville
Medlar, is a large shrub or small tree in the rose family Rosaceae; Blet, ‘a state of softness or decay in certain fruits, such as the medlar, brought about by overripening’. (getting there…) Fell down at Coptic jar, as I ain’t going to break into any glass case in some museum…..
You are extraordinary sir .. well done you .. but do you by any chance know what they were once more commonly called .. Neville
Nah - but don't keep me in suspenders, just let me know....at this late stage I'm still prepared to learn (no hurry - I'm off to bed!)
In Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare refers to medlar as “open arse.” Indeed, the French common name for medlar is cul de chien, which translates to “dog's backside.” .. N
Education is certainly a wunnerful thing, Sir......
A captivating poem sir ... Speak much volume to those that understand 👏
and did you .. I wouldn't blame you if not .. but am going to thank you regardless .. Thank you .. Neville
I've not the foggiest idea of this fruit - something about dog's backside in the comments..... Doh!
Good write N.
at least you are honest .. so I'll let you off
Well, I'm now much more informed today than yesterday, when I didn't know what a medlar and bletting were. Research left me wondering what they would taste like. I read of everything from applesauce to caramel. I asked my wife if she'd ever heard of them and she said, "No," I explained to her about bletting, and she threatened to hang me from a tree and let me slowly weep. Doesn't sound too promising for any medlar jams or jellies. So, thank you for the exposure to medlars, I am now a wiser man. - Phil A.
So good to hear, and I am now happier too after my daily fences fix .. Neville
If I could comment on this Medlar Blet thing I would, but I think it best I say...
.. Yes, perhaps for the best ..
May that juice fill our lives with wonder and joy Neville.
Andy
..................... Sweet .. thank you Andy .. Neville
Amazing poem Neville! I Loved it !
Many huge THANK YOU'S Miss N .. Neville
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