Picking blackberries ...

When I saw the blackberries, I remembered an afternoon in Staunton Road - 

We'd taken my mum for a walk around the lock up garages - 

Beyond the wall were the hidden kingdoms of allotments - 

We left my dad inside the lounge of memory - 

There were tangles of brambles, heavy with ripe blackberries - 

We picked them together - 

My mum's poor fingers delved into the thorny greenery - 

There we said - let's pick the blackberries - 

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Friday 7 September 2018

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