Blackberries

Blackberries

i.

there’s a baby bird

beneath the leaves of a blackberry bush

it’s sharp beak bursts the tart

precious fruit

ii.

when it rains I wonder if blackberry bushes

take raindrops and turn them into

berries filled with sweet water

 

iii.

the branches are bare now

a maiden with a blue handkerchief and

gentle fingers plucks them all

like harp strings

 

iv.

a bowl of cream

with dark gleaming jewels

the cream is heavy on my tongue

but the blackberries go down easy

 

v.

i don’t like blackberries

i like sweet cream and apricot jam

blackberries-

they look sweet

but they aren’t really

 

i like to think if my grandmother remembered me

she’d have tea with me and toast

with rich, sweet, blackberry preserves

vii.

i don’t like blackberries

but

they’re beautiful

2 thoughts on “Blackberries

  1. Loved this! Especially liked…. the concept of the blackberry bushes, turning raindrops into berries. Great imagination! Beautifully written!

    • Ta An

      Thank you so much for reading!

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