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

Brambles

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