Monday, August 25, 2014

Crouched in the blackberry bramble – v2

Surrounded by prickers, thorns
an intricate dance to get there
tugging on my coat, my jeans
but not a stumbling block, not really
a man on a mission, a purpose,
lowering myself to the dark small fruit
gathering in, berry by sweet tart wet berry
scratches growing, a burgundy stain
on eager fingertips, reaching
A family of five, with pails and bowls,
short on patience, gatherers as of old
of a simpler, primal age, these fruits,
finding food in the wild, untamed,
uncultivated, natural state, in nature
crouched in the blackberry bramble
collecting tiny gems, tasty pearls
ready to melt on the tongue
swatting at mosquitoes that stalked us
watching for the safety, the whereabouts
of younger, fitful pickers, eager for fruit,
not the quest, the search, under leaves,
under branches, the clusters hidden
shrouded from the view, the sight of less tenacious
eager for this fruit, this nectar, ambrosia,
the foods of the gods, the ancients before us
Gather them in, them all in, for the pie
the reward we seek, at the end of the work
this full true fruits of our labors.


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edited August 25, 2014
Crouched in the blackberry bramble – v2

August 31, 2006 9:22am
Crouched in the blackberry bramble

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