Blackberry Bushes at a Funeral

I am back in places I should not be, 

Within arms I once begged to release me. 

These are not memories I pride myself on.

I have ventured into this part many times before, 

Only to run as far as I could. 

There is only so much running that can be done, 

before I remember the world is round.

 

You have to breakdown to breakthrough is what I tell myself. 

But how many times can a glass shatter before it is irreparable?

 

We are united by this hurt that engulfs us, 

Surrounded by the grief we endure.

With this sorrow, with this loss, we are reduced to children; 

craving our parents and the softness of their voice on rainy mornings.

The unspoken words have always been the easiest to swallow

and the sweetest to taste.

 

 

(I picked the blackberries by your grave, the crumble will be delicious)

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Rich

Wed 13th Sep 2017 20:45

I love the emotion of the last section. And the pragmatism of the last sentence.

Thank you for sharing.

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Cait Abbott

Tue 12th Sep 2017 21:19

Thank you for your comments, the last part was designed more as a message than an explanation for someone I lost at the start of the summer. Sadly, I don't study English Literature at a-level but prefer to use my writing as an escape.

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patricia Hughes

Tue 12th Sep 2017 15:57

I agree with Colin about the line in brackets but its stunningly beautiful.

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Colin Hill

Tue 12th Sep 2017 10:04

'I picked the blackberries by your grave, the crumble will be delicious' is a standout line - it begs to be developed rather than used as a throwaway comment in brackets at the end.

A great title too. Your writing Cait hints at a maturity that needs further developing. I hope you're studying English lit?

Col.

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