Brambles …

Brambles ensnared the last weeds of Autumn,

the tattered clothes of the lost year.

Brambles wove Winter with burr and with blackthorn,

threading through stems of wild parsley and nettles,

yellowed, crushed, misshapen, forlorn.

Those brambles wearing white blossom and bright butterflies

ensnared me on hot Summer days,

weaving black magic through my memories;

tearing my thoughts like my skin with its barbs;

with its savage promise of sweet blackberries … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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5 Responses to Brambles …

  1. planaquarium says:

    I love this, and the image is perfect!

  2. planaquarium says:

    I hadn’t….but I’ll check it out now. Thanks!

  3. jane tims says:

    Hi. Your poem is beautiful. ‘brambles wove winter with burr and blackthorn’ is my favorite line. Jane

    • atomsofstars says:

      Good afternoon, Jane ..

      Welcome to my web-site.Thank you very much for visiting and taking the time to comment so kindly on this poem. I’m delighted to know that you enjoyed these lines and that one which you mentioned, in particular.

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