Blackberrying

Cherry

By Robert Barker

Mon, 26 Aug 2019
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Sweating

Back aching

Stung by nettles

Stabbed by thorns

Assailed by insects

Neck burnt by the sun

Fingers stained and sticky with jammy gore

On tiptoes, I strain and stretch, high into the hedgerow

For that last hidden, untouched, sweetest, juiciest, perfectly-plump, purple-blooded jewel.

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Submitted by Robert Barker on

 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

the joys of summer!

 

Submitted by Mark Say on

It's one my little pleasures of summer .... but looks like it's over for this year.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Much empathy. Sometimes that one that looks so wonderful slips from the fingers after managing to grasp it! We have a very productive little bush growing around the corner this year, and have been filling the freezer with little packets for winter crumbles! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You perfectly describe blackberry picking, especially loved that last line.

Jenny.