Blackberries In Wilderness
I walked past leaving the noisy streets behind
Entered a less travelled path leading to the woods
Where the scene gleamed with refreshing verdure
Here Nature lay in calm repose, deaf to all hustle n’ scuffle
Welcomed by the scent of flowers and foliage,
I stood in this engulfing ocean of silence.
The place calmed my mind and lulled my nerves.
As I proceeded, watching each blade of grass n’ flower
I sighted a pathway between thickets
Like the midline parting of a woman’s hair
Seeing it strewn with stones and thorny brambles
I was resentful to take that route, but something
Caught my sight....! Amid the bracken
There was a bramble full of ripe blackberries
It was an unexpected bounty, the wilderness offered me
How beautifully the ripe berries clung to one another
Those onyx beads, those cobalt shiny spheres!
How temptingly they looked in their glossy sheen
Braving their prickles that scraped my wrists
I reached out my hands to pluck them
I wondered-was it wicked of me to have picked them?
When I tasted them, I couldn’t withstand the temptation
To pluck more and more, so sweet and succulent
With no dust or dirt and not needing to be washed or wiped
As the tangle of thorns caressed my hands and skin
With bleeding arms and purple juice in the corners of my lips
I plucked and ate them as much as I could
With no can or container to collect them,
I left the rest for birds and bunnies to relish
While leaving, I felt the curved prickles hooking into my clothes
As if inviting to munch them till my tongue turned into indigo hue.
August.1.2022
Thoughts on Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Matt Caliri
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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