23 September 2012
I fumble through the spikey mess Torn apart from the clutches of your grasp You grip so tightly And splinter my skin
I can nearly grasp the purple jewel I pick it from your stem I feel it so tender Just a little dark blue gem
I put you away You'll make a lovely crumble Sitting next to apple and cinnamon Totally delicious!
Carry on the tradition of blackberry picking! True british spirit...
Blackberries • Opuss № I