top of page
Abstract Paper Craft


Mulberries were not the tastiest of treats to fill a six-year-olds belly

afternoons recalled spent underneath its branches

fills my mind like a visit to a candy store of forgotten dreams.

I remember the cool soft soil underneath my bare feet

splotched with purple and black hues in patterns created

with each plop of a globe.

Running with cups of water used to create lakes and rivers between

berries not smooshed by giants or claimed by ants.

Hands and clothes stained with colorful adventures dug in the dirt.

Each summer spent under its shade became shorter as I grew taller

and the patting of endless piles of Mulberry Mud Pies lost its

appeal as I grew older.

I haven’t eaten a Mulberry since those summers;

like I said they weren’t the tastiest of berries

maybe they were only there to feed my imagination.

(First appearance in the NAMI NJ: Dara Axelrod Expressive Arts Poetry Contest 2021)


Recent Posts

See All


bottom of page