Blackberry GatheringA Poem by Chris ShawElizabeth Adela Forbes, Walker Art Gallery Liverpool
Dressed in pinafore dresses, crisp cotton sun bonnets
Two young girls are busy picking blackberries A woman with fair hair, loosely fixed in a bun assists She shows no concern that her skin is exposed to sun Rays beat through a dominant blue sky, interspersed with cloud Shadows dance on her skirt, a pail hangs heavy over one arm Into the distance a patchwork expanse of Cornish fields A hamlet of cosy homes nestles in their midst The artist concentrates on activity of movement Her brush delicate on facial features and small hands A blue enamel bowl is held by one young gatherer Almost filled to the brim, ripe fruit oozing purple-red stain The second girl's fingers, fumble in the brambles More berries feed into a straw basket with two handles Soon their kitchen will become as active as a hive, Their harvest prepared, and preserved for leaner days When ground is barren, hardened by winter frost And logs burn brightly warming the sharp icy air
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22 Reviews Added on June 9, 2018 Last Updated on June 9, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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