Blackberry Bush
poem by Connor Lang
Considering a blackberry bush on the cliffs of Palm Bay.
Phoenician stalks sway
Soft with the wind,
Bearing their bitter fruits.
Barbed leaves dutifully obey
Eager to protect the roots.
Yet with thorns so sharp,
Leaves sun-drinking,
She can’t quite fill her cup,
Clinging to chalk, berries shrinking—
Some thrive but most corrupt.
© 2019 Connor Lang
Connor Lang
Connor is a songwriter and poet based in Cliftonville. Connor digs the three Bs: Blake, Burroughs and Bowie.
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