wild blackberries
plump & ripe
grow in a bramble
of their own vines
make picking slow
& deliberate
sometimes bloody
when arms are uncovered
yet we pick
knowing their sweetness
in a pie— jam— cobbler or wine
so into the bramble we go
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dVerse quadrille on bramble
The fruit is sweeter when not easily picked…..a good thing for young ladies to remember …..
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This is so beautiful.
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Very beautifully penned. Risk and reward themes here and I like that! Aren’t things a bit more engaging when there’s a bit of a hurdle between what we want and then trying to get what we want? Excellent take on the prompt.
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Into this bramble called life, we go, looking for those little, juicy berries.
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Love the message this one signifies! 🍇💝
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I agree. Now is the time for some mighty fine blackberry wine. Well done!
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