Battle for Blueberry Comfort

by Melva Holliman

Praying for May in the south,
Fragrance of sweetness in the air,
Calling to my inner love,
A love, of blueberry, bitter to taste.

Load up the car with buckets,
Tell the kids we will play a game,
Off to the field we charge,
Welcome blueberry season again.

No warning needed when they are in bloom,
They beckon to their lovers,
And lack defense against the enemy,
A predator that can ruin their beauty.

Those that survive multiple,
They are more than a berry,
A cake, tart, pie,
Possibilities are many.

Melva Holliman graduated from the University of Mississippi with a Bachelor’s in English and Philosophy. She is currently a graduate student at the University of South Alabama working towards a Master’s in English.