monday verse: blackberry-picking

ripening blackberries
ripening blackberries

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for

from Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney

It’s not even late August yet, but already we’ve been picking ripe blackberries for a couple of weeks. I think the long, hot summer has brought them forward. Hopefully, they will be plentiful as well as precocious, as we’re planning to try making some bramble whisky this year – purely for medicinal purposes, you understand.

This is actually my second-favourite poem about blackberries. My favourite will be along in a couple of weeks (she said mysteriously).

One thought on “monday verse: blackberry-picking

  1. Oh you tease! This is my favourite poem about blackberries so I am now positively baited for your favourite not to mention the Whisky 🙂

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