Blackberries

Blackberries

A Poem by Christy Sargent

Another summer, another season for blackberries
ripe, juicy, thorny, 
purple bird food plump on the vine, begging
to be plucked and planted into another
Blackberry pie,
lip-smacking prize.
We drive together down the coiling switchbacks
zig-zagging the hairpins and corkscrews 
rocks tumbling down at us from circling canyon walls.
You want to know why the nets.
"They are to save us," I say, "from loose rocks falling.
That makes sense to you and you nod, feeling safe.
Never mind this snaking artery, I think to myself,
as we creep deep into the lowness of Oak Creek Canyon
all for the sake of our blackberries.
We laugh and I tell you funny stories as we inch along.
Better to sweet-talk than to show fright. I pull over twice to
let the line of cars go by, drivers annoyed at my slowness
rocketing past. "It's okay to take our time," I tell you 
and your face bobbles up and down.
Gladly, we greet the deepness of the gorge that hides behind the
Trout farm, a bumpy dirt road steering the way
to the age-old spring house boasting of 
an ice-cold wellspring spilling up from packed earth.
Heated, we bend ourselves and slip through the low doorway 
crouching to splash nippy spring water in that cool dark pace.
Overgrown paths lead away from our wet sanctuary.
At once, it is all about the blackberries.
No need to be scared



© 2016 Christy Sargent


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This fine description sounds far more interesting than my long ago family treks to pick blackberries. One thing is the same--danger. We had to be on the watch for copperheads, and you had a dangerous drive. Oh, but blackberry cobbler is divine!

Posted 5 Years Ago


I love it. You reminded me of home. I long to go there, before the fruit falls off...

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Christy Sargent
Christy Sargent

Flagstaff, AZ



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I live near the red rocks of Sedona, AZ in the Verde (green) Valley. For me, writing has become addictive. I write about my life and my encounters. I write poetry and stories dealing with good and ba.. more..

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