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By Ashlee

This poem was quite simply inspired by a cut knee and being mesmerized at how red the blood that trickles down your leg is. I was reminded of Fleet Foxes as I went back to this poem and their line about the “red as strawberries in the summertime.”


What’s as red as cherry juice

In the summertime?

Your blood, your blood

Darker than wine

Crimson stream

Running, running

Leaving a trail

Of pinprick drops

Falling, falling

Daisy, forgive me

“White Winter Hymnal” by Fleet Foxes

I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied ’round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
In the summertime