CONTENTS

BLOOD ORANGES

ORCHIDS

WE DRINK GINGER TEA

STRAWBERRIES AND FIGS

SNOW WRITING

WHITE ON WHITE

NEW YEAR'S EVE

I AM YOUR BLOOD ORANGE

MOON ICE

POMEGRANATE

BURMA

HUNTING FOR TRILLIUMS

EXCAVATION

ECLIPSE

EGYPT

ORCHIDS ON THE WALL

HUMMINGBIRDS

ONCE I WAS A TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL

A POEM FOR MARGARET

BIG RED APPLES

VIEW FROM THE FRUIT BOWL

WINTER PRINT

CATCHING SNOWFLAKES

HUMMINGBIRD

Acknowledgements

Friday Circle Home

Blood Orange

Poems by Amanda Charlotte Earl

HUMMINGBIRDS

ONCE I WAS A TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL

I squished slime
between my fingers
stuffed seeds, chips
and bubble gum
into my cheeks
rode a Canadian Tire
bicycle
along gravel paths
scraping my knee
hard
when I fell
sprawled in the
Pontiac Parisien
with my Hardy Boys
Mysteries
tent trailer behind me
en route
to our Fundy Bay
campsite

where is slime
when you need it?
 

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