black gems by the roadside

this little adventure took place while we were in Tasmania,
where thick blackberry brambles line the roads -
I spent many moments gazing longingly out car windows
spotting brambles and ripe fruit for the picking,
we did eventually stop and pick handfuls -
fresh for our mouths
and later for apple and blackberry crumble.

blackberries remind me of scotland,
of weeds in the australian bush,
scratches on my legs,
stained clothes,
the tale of the tar baby
(which my grandma would tell us when we were tucked up in bed)

thankfully,
I am told
there are blackberry briers in france too,

I look forward to meeting them.