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A Winter Prayer

Carol Rumens

A berry, flirting from the crowded holly,

Or dropped at its dark foot, slightly crumpled,

But certain that the folded good inside it,

Though not the word for spring, is still a word

As bitter, bright and crystal-complex…Lammas,

The earthed berry promises: good morrow.


From Oxford Poetry Vol 13 No 2 (Winter 2009).

In memory of Mick Imlah