Fay Slimm.






I saw today a final fat berry drop floor-ward.


Surplus juice oozing its fastness had loosened
and snap went its hold.
Tumbling to earth heavy with fructose to mud
one swollen head rolled


Glistening the ferment of sun-sweetened nectar
bled as last globe unhooked.
The bush once loaded with bee-buzz now naked 
twiggy-thin barbs litter its look.


Produce collected in baskets of globuling gems
takes trips of earlier mission.
Open to mould the few remainers of lip-licking
gifts soon drop to extinction.


As a left-over exception to former success and
though split is one berry alone
Seasonal pleasures come to an end so country
folk value each thorny hedgerow.


Praise for any late summer thirst-quenchers
all weary field-workers call best Girt-Berries.


  • dusk arising

    Well if this dont prick my finger with many memories i dont know what would. Such memories stretch from well concealed wasp near misses to wonderful blackberry and apple crumbles with hot custard.
    This year was no different though far fewer wasps around. Yes Im always ready to harvest natures bounty from the bramble hedges and reaquaint myself with those fortunate enough to have an apple tree (scrounging fallers).

    A joyous reminder of the change of season from you our queen of mother nature poetry.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Am thrilled that the read brought back happy memories of yummy fruit pies or scrummpy apple-fallers D.A. - - - we need the feelings of yesteryear 's ventures into nature's bounty - - a humble thank you for your read and this comment.

    • Neville

      Delicious aint the word... made me order another bottle of Ribena for home delivery so ya did .... truly tho' you have a remarkable way with words our Fay ....


      • Fay Slimm.

        Ha ha - hope your Ribena does the same trick as a handful of black globes from a summer hedgerow my dear friend.......... so pleased you enjoyed the read of Remainers and hope you can find some before winter appears.........x

      • orchidee

        Good write Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Thanking you for your visit and comment dear Orchi.

        • The Uneducated O.A.P

          My taste buds are a tingling at the thought of free food now almost gone. Lip smacking lovely. Mmm

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ah - - -so good to find another avid picker of the best sun-sweetened taste right out of the hedges Bill - what better free food than the blackberry - -- without any doubt berry-blacks are certainly lip-smacking and thank you for your lovely comment.

          • Michael Edwards

            Memories for me as well. In addition we had abandoned allotments near us (abandoned at the end of the war and nowadays a small nature reserve) where raspberries had taken over. Many an upset tum from over indulging on the way home from school.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Ooooh - those gorgeous raspberries are almost a favourite with folk like me who love all the free foods of sun-sweetened summer - thanks Mike for taking us down your own memory lane after reading Remainers.

            • Goldfinch60

              So many memories of blackberries and apples for free as my walks around the countryside took me passed those places.
              Wonderful memories Fay.

              As I was walking round a lake earlier this week taking photos I actually took one of blackberries shrivelled on the twig.


            • L. B. Mek

              challenging at times but highly enjoyable read, as always I took a walk through your words, to be precise:
              its late September in perfect weather, surrounded within picturesque nature, fingers brushing - picking, remnants of a bountiful harvest, as I sigh with gratitude for each juicy bite,
              good write Fay

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