blackberries
By Di_Hard
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prussian purple sprays, each sweet-swollen round
of rounds bursts with crimson juice, stalk-thrust
out as if reaching to fill Autumn's hungry gaze
or jewellery overflowing its box
a dark glamour of sleek beads clamouring
for the light touch of Summer's fingertips
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They are beautiful and jewel
They are beautiful and jewel-like aren't they. I loved this little piece Di. Did your cat sit on the keyboard after you wrote it? There seems to be a lot of space between the end of the words and the bottom of the post
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oh no! I do hope she improves
oh no! I do hope she improves soon!
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Found the comment box, anyway
Found the comment box, anyway! I could see the sun glinting on them from your verse! NIce read.
I've got quite a few stewed in the freezer for those coming winter days' crumbles too, though the bushes do scratch back when you harvest them! Rhiannon
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Your poem was mouth watering
Your poem was mouth watering and shone through Di.
Just love those juicy fruits.
Jenny.
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This makes me hungry for some
This makes me hungry for some blackberries!
Seriously, a beautiful word-picture encapsulation
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