brambles

Cherry

By Di_Hard

Sat, 21 Sep 2019
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blackberries, swollen seconds full of sun

I pick, to burst sweet on my tongue, now and   

now.  In overgrown long disused school ground 

brambles slow arc where once children's voices  

climbed between high walls. Holding a year's turn  

gems cluster, red to black,  out thrust choices  

rooted in old graveyards, familiy names   

running through this town's buildings' rise and fall   

as Autumn wreaths.. Fresh faces blossom, match   

those in museum's faded photos, catch   

the same hope looking out. How many leave   -   

bright berries bird borne, land and soon shoot tall

while far off plants send their fruits here, to weave

new stems, where next spring's birds will sing their claims ?

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Those branches do weave out to tangle and trip don't they? But yes, a lovely autumn wreath. We have had an abundant supply of large juicy ones just down a 'twitten' from the end of our little lane, sprouting out from behind the buildings of an Accident and Repari garage. They are nearly over now, and the council has just cut back those over one of the paths which had got almost impassible to cyclists I think! I have managed to freeze a few little packets for winter crumbles.

You could mark this as IP (Autumn) if you wanted to. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Rhiannon :0) Have changed it to IP as you suggested. Like you, so many blackberries! They are quite small but no one else seems to be picking them, so just have to go to one place to get 3lbs for jelly! It is o lovely quiet place, only sound all the little birds chirrupping  - the bushes are quivering with them :0)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Just reading this gorgous poem Di reminds me of Autumn...as you know my favourite time of year.

I like how you write as if each thought and recollection has become a patchwork quilt of lovlness.

Really enjoyed reading this one.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Jenny :0) It was a BEAUTIFUL day! Which it isn't, today, so am glad to have been reminded :0) Though the days are getting lighter, so can see the raindrops better :0) And Spring bulbs are coming up! I remember your lovely hyacinth poem. I hope you have lots of cheerful, brave flowers to look forward to