When Summer grew fruitful, we first knew
Where the ripe, delicious blackberries grew.
We set off at once before anyone else
Could reach them and help themselves.
No, they couldn't, they were ours to take,
To carry home and make blackberry cake!
Our hands grew spotted with bramble thorns,
The plastic bags we carried became torn,
We couldn't help but snatch a few
When no one was looking, just one or two.
Though tell-tale juice coated us, no one cared-
There were hundreds and thousands of fruits to be shared.
We'd march home, triumphant, our bags brimming,
Deciding that no life was worth living
It has been so much fun to see the poems inspired by these prompts, and this is no exception! I love the playfulness in this, the simple joy of summer and endless amounts of fresh fruit, feelings of freedom and youth, and the rhymes as well. I am actually the only person in my family who enjoys blackberries - especially in my cereal. We have a family friend who bakes all the time and will drop off jams and pies for us, and I feel like blackberries are severely underrated!
Thank you! My whole family loves blackberries, including me, so whenever they're growing nearby we go and pick them. We usually make crumble with them or cake. I agree, they are the most underrated fruit!
I'm glad the prompt word, 'Blackberries' was used by a fellow aficionado. Kiera, your writing ability is astonishing. You describe the adventure of going blackberry picking sound so much fun, which, of course, it is. :) Your use of enjambment worked so well that the rhyme slipped into the background. Nice work! I hope if I ever come to see you and your dad I get offered a slice of this delicious sounding cake.
When I read this piece, I wished so hard that I could like blackberries as much as in this writing. I even felt a bit jealous lol. I really like the voice and the rhymes in this poem. Thank you for sharing.