Blackberries I picked with my Nan
Like in the Enid Blyton book she bought me
Blackberries that we picked in the hot sun
When Cida kicked over the Tupperware
Blackberries like in my favourite book
And in wines procured from historical sites
Blackberries expensively presented in luxury punnets
Uncomfortable in their skin
Blackberries like I’d forgotten for so long
In a world where nature is an alien thing
Blackberries, frozen from a supermarket
To mix into Bircher muesli; cool and crisp
Blackberries growing along the River Taff
Sharp on my thoughts, every morning walk to work
Blackberries that boldly grow around the bay
Right around the corner from my door
Blackberries, full of memories
I’ve been carrying, ripe for the plucking
Unstuck Monsters 