Late Blackberrying

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 21 Oct 2016
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6 comments
 

Late for blackberries,
missed it this year -
let’s go up Wort Hill
– ‘look-out point’
over Shropshire dips and ups,
and on to Edgton –
enjoy the air:
blackberries dying,
small black juicy scattering
– stretch to pick
among the prickles
(gorse and brambles!).

Stew, freeze:
good winter puds.

Certificate U
Poem
Countryside explorations
Nature
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

Lucky we had such a mild autumn as I am sure there are lots of treats out there for the picking. I'm always amazed to see crab apples rotting on the trees, as they work so well in various forms.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. When caring for Mum-in-law last autumn, we had sitters every week for an afternoon, and did a lot of blackberrying, but this autumn different duties, and maybe not such a need to get out in that way, has meant the time has passed, and when I looked around here, there were few left. There were not many at these places, but a good little harvest even so! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

what a beautiful scene you've painted with words in this poem.

Really enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jenny. Glad you enjoyed. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is so evocative - blackberries are metaphoric of such dark and depth, richness, somehow. I really liked the nostalgic tones of this.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks,Vera. There is something very peaceful and relaxing about blackberrying, especially where the air is fresh and invigorating  – and a bonus if there's something to show from it to take home, and so easily stew up! Rhiannon