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vampiredust
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Blackberries
They boil in the pan, colouring
the sugar a shade of dark blue;
the pup-pup-pup of bubbling
a consolation prize for the cut
hands and strained muscles.
No-one is sure if they want
to pick again. Not after the
briars hacking at our skin
or the shock of finding a nest
of blackbirds deep inside
the bush, glaring at the dark
being hauled out.
They boil in the pan, colouring
the sugar a shade of dark blue;
the pup-pup-pup of bubbling
a consolation prize for the cut
hands and strained muscles.
No-one is sure if they want
to pick again. Not after the
briars hacking at our skin
or the shock of finding a nest
of blackbirds deep inside
the bush, glaring at the dark
being hauled out.