The Blackberries are Ripe

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 4th Oct 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Many years ago in London the blackberry season was one of the biggest events of the year. People walked miles just to see them and pick some.

The Blackberries are Ripe

Many many years ago the news ripped through the London Workhouses,
Through all Bethnel-green across Spitalfields and through the Minories,
Up along Tower-hill and up to Shoreditch, Whitechapple and Clerkenwell,
To the purlieus of the Seven Dials, and across the water in Southwark,
Important news spread from ear to ear, overheard in chop houses, and cabs,
The Blackberries are now ripe, and there are mushrooms in the forest turf.

Like an electric thrill, these very words darted far and wide, high and low,
In the great workshops, whether sweating over a hot iron, or hot forge,
Steaming dye-houses hatteries or darting shuttles among silken threads,
To the bread moulders, makers of coffins for the dead, and their carriers,
To the farmers, the boys that roam the streets, and the hags in alleys,
Everywhere there is just one thought, the blackberries are ripe.


Blackberries, Blackberry, Forestry, Grass Cutting, Grass Valley, Grasslands, Turf

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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