Blackberries

A friend mentioned she couldn't find a poem about real blackberries. So I had some fun and wrote one...enjoy!


Blackberries

Warm summer, dirty toes
Take me to where the berries grow
Feel the heat of prick and pale
Let me breathe the fresh summer air
Whisp away my polished self
So I can play like a free little elf
Snatching God's candy
from low on the shelf
Between bushes and imagination
Stain my fingers with sweep temptation
One taste of purple ink,
Pinches my lips from sour to sweet.
Walk my worries far away
It needs to be a blackberry day.

-Melissa Pyle
4/27/17