Ode to Strawberries

by Claire Conlin aged 13

A strawberry can always make you merry,
on a sweet day with so many it’s wary.

You sit outside having the perfect date,
of strawberries and cream sitting on your plate.

It’s so warm your skin is turning red,
just like the berries you imagine in your head.

Is this all a dream or is it real?

Maybe the red strawberry is in bed while you’re in their head.

You’re imagining a wonderful dream,
one so great you’ll want to redeem.

While a strawberry screams in a nightmare of being tossed on a plate
for your unnecessary date.

Bite marks cover their skin,
from the white teeth you dig in.

Brutally devoured your strawberry goes.
Not once thinking about its crying crows.

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