Ode to Blackberry
Wandering, prickly
insistent force.
Arms bleeding, lips stained:
no remorse.
Chance to dance,
enjoy your fruit
you: never mistaken as
a bearer “cute”.
Telling of battle wounds
wit blackened teeth,
living stories
of reward and grief.
Berries enticing:
plump in the sun.
Price of sweetness
paid in blood.
You ask no quarter
and give not much.
Simple lessons
of taste and touch.
Always surviving
to fight you is futility!
Strong surviving,
your art is utility.
Hail well! Hail Merry!
Bush with the push,
hale berry!