Brambles
In the midst
Of an impenetrable thicket
A tangle of vigorous fast-growing
Densely arching stems
A hoard of shiny gems
Spanning two seasons
In a crown of thorns
Blackberries
Delicious
Devilish fruit
Spat on by Satan
On Michaelmas Day
Burning orbs of drupelets
Red when they’re green
When plump and ripe
Delicate ebony eyes
Staining hands and mouth
Bloody and sweet
To eat
In jams and pies
writing in north norfolk 
mmm! made me want to go out there and pick the last few… loved “delicate ebony eyes”
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My favourite blackberry poem will always be ‘Blackberry Picking’ by Seamus Heaney – now he was a poet.
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