Mountain recollections
linger in the taste
of cloudberries spooned
over ice-cream slopes.
I shut my eyes
dream to bend
to pick the mire gold,
creamy soft,
preserved for this.
You feed me berries
making mountain-plans
for paths to walk
for summers yet to be.
Today Mish hosts dVerse Poetics to write about fruits or berries. As I missed the Quadrille yesterday I am also linking up there.
For those who have never tasted Cloudberries it is a wonderful unique taste that makes an excellent jam. It is filled with preservatives so you can save it by just mixing with sugar. It is very high in vitamin C and has been known to save sailors from scurvy.
September 21, 2021
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Ser goda ut ^^;
Hjortron är det bästa som finns
Oh my…we found cloud berries in Newfoundland. I had no idea they grew in your area as well. Such a unique shape and taste. I love the idea of “mountain recollections”….”linger” made its way into my poem unexpectedly. Just wasn’t willing to wittle it down to size.
This is absolutely breathtaking, Bjorn 😀 I so love the idea of making
“mountain plans,” and have been meaning to make one to visit them in Northern areas myself. 💝💝
love those last two lines -full of hope in the way that fruits come again and again. Cloudberries have such a romantic name too (never tasted)
Bjorn,
“Ice cream slopes,” “mire gold” and “mountain-plans” sweep one away into a delicious idyll of summers past and future. Irresistible.
pax,
dora
Bjorn, I can see why they were named cloudberries.
a handful of clouds
Message sent too quickly. I like how they are spooned over ice-cream slopes. I also like the promises they give.
has been known to save
sailors from scurvy.
Seems to be common traits of modest berries in other instances also. Saviours but seems just ordinary little fruits!
Hank
Cloudberries are new to me … but I want to go on a mountain walk and get some now!! You captured the magic of seeking them.
Your poem shines, nailing the prompt, and giving us a thrill in short order. You are so fortunate to be an outdoorsman, and have such experiences.
Liked the contrast of warmth and cold in this — and a nod to the future! Good stuff my friend! 👍🙂
Cloudberries! I wonder if we have anything similar in Central Oregon? A lovely poem, Bjorn.
Nice!!!
Much💖love
These are something new to me, and you make them sound very enticing
I have not tasted this Bjorn; so something new for me. What a delightful summer memory.
Summer and berries, always to cherish!!
Although in my part of the world, summer is scorching and unforgiving, but its sweet fruits are a delight.
Had never heard of cloudberries.
“cloudberries spooned
over ice-cream slopes” sounds very enticing.
You have reminded me of summer in Helsinki and the harbour market full of cloudberries……huge quues for a berrry we had never seen before. The wait was worth it……
Mire gold… I love this.
💝
David
This is lovely, Björn: makes me want to taste a cloudberry even more!
Just the name nurtures dreams. (K)
Love those last lines Bjorn- so full of hope!
I have never heard of the cloudberry. I love the shape and color! ☺️
cloudberries spooned
over ice-cream slopes.
Sounds absolutely delicious Mish
Oops sorry I meant Bjorn 😳
I never heard of these! Thanks for the tip (and “ice cream slopes”–brilliant)
Ah love the jam from these. Unfortunately my only taste of them comes from Ikea
You gave me the idea to a little verse by your writings here. The way you formulate, one is enticed to show up, and that aI love.
I’m telling you
just what you do,
directing aim.
Just make the claim.
I love the blend of past and future here in the cloud berries.
I never heard of a cloud berry, much less taste them. Now my appetite is stirred!