Blackberry Wine

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 23 Aug 2014
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14 comments
 
‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...’
And of blackberries, the caviar of hedgerows;
September’s the time, when the hours
between sun and shade grow more pressing.
 
Our sated bowls set down on dew-damp
grass; wasps wax – drowsy.  No more the need
to fight them off as, tipsy, they gorge,
fit to bust. 
 
The berries yield to our touch – rich, ripe, 
and begging to be picked – joining lips, mouth
and tongue in succulent oneness.
 
On tenter hooks we sift through a maze,
a myriad of twigs – tangled, like mermaids’ tresses...
Branches stripped bare, looking on through
to a fathomless blue. And, for a moment,
 
our minds are emptied of all others but this...
right here, right now; how red are her lips,
and how sweet is our blackberry wine
in its consummation.
 
 
Certificate PG
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Nature
Love

Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Took me into the wilderness and the blackberries are just divine.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Aren't they just, Vera?  Sensed I glimpsed you....in the shadowssmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Shannan on

Gorgeous imagery here Tina, the succulence sets off the saliva ;-) Trust you are well. Keep smiling $

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Always good to hear from you, Shannan, and likewise, hope life is treating you kindly.  I'm OK, thank you; busy, of course, fighting those irritting little battles life sets up for all of us along the way.  Pleased you enjsmileyoyed.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Lush! And wistful at the end.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

'Lush'... I like that, Beesmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Not long now before they are ready for picking!

'tangled like mermaids tresses' and so much worth the effort.

Lovely.

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Lindy. Thanks for reading, and I'm pleased you enjoyed.

I have blackberries growing in my garden, and at the edge of a neighbouring field, so I'm spoiled for choice...except the ones in my garden grow on thornless bushes, so I usually leave the others for the birds.

Have a super weekend.

Tinasmiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

your poem was mouth watering and juicy,  had me yearning for those fruits.  Now I can't wait to visit the forest.

I also loved the idea of::-  a myriad of twigs - tangled,  like mermaid's tresses...

Branches stripped bare,  looking on through to a fathomless blue.

Beautifully written and a treasure for the coming season.

Jenny. smiley 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, so very much, Jenny.  Pleased you enjoyed, and I hope, so very much, you manage to get

to that forestsmiley

Have a peaceful Sunday evening.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Delicious.  I've come back with blackberries from my day in the country.  I love how you show promise fulfilled and relish the moment.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Philip good of you to take time to read this after your day out.  So very pleased your trip was fruitfulsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

a maze, a myriad of twigs – tangled, like mermaids’ tresses. Liked that Tina, especially. Got quite a lot last Wed when the rain stopped, but maybe more soon. The ones just a bit further in always look so great, but once reached through the thorns are usually just the same, and have to watch the box doesn't tip over in stretching! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hello there, Rhiannon, and I do hope your bank holiday Monday isn't as soggy as it is here.  

Funny that...what you were saying about the best blackberries always tending to be slap-bang in the middle of the bush - just like the best apples are always at the very top of the treesmiley

So pleased you enjoyed, and thank you for your lovely comment, as ever.

Tina