The English Bramble - Poem Part I

Dedicated to lovers of Albion

It’s a cool morning

The light breeze has

Blown away the thin dawn mist

Near the old river

Rises a bank of dull green brambles

Stop a moment. The two tone green

Is flecked with flowers

From the full foliage

Stretch strong stems

Rich with buds

Reaching beyond the rest

Each rounded pentagonal bomb

Ready to burst

And display its pale pink crumpled petals

Untidy, unshowy,

Hosting a mass of tiny stamen

Their brain seed pods

Placed on fine white filigree

The pretty petals soon flutter away

The stamen shrivel brown

And through that temporary generation

Thrust bright green berry babies

Waiting, waiting,

For the precious English sun

24 June 2005