Before our worlds unraveled, then knotted,
Before life pulled our friendship apart,
Untethered our hearts, then shattered,
Do you remember,
Our laughter and blue stained fingers,
Our common goal, our only enemy,
The laden branches and brambles,
At the edge of your grandma’s garden?
44 words for this week’s Quadrille on d’Verse Poet’s Pub. The prompt: brambles.
38 thoughts on “Brambles”
What lovely memories your words bring! So happy you joined us.
Poignant. Those days have gone for all of us, even when there were no tangles in between.
Bittersweet memories, with a tug of war between wanting to remember them and wanting to forget them. Nicely done.
(And well written, Jo-Anne.)
Such bittersweet nostalgia in this one, Jo-Anne ❤️ Gorgeously rendered.
Poet as tightrope walker, writing on the edge of an emotional razor. Grandma’s garden sounds haunting.
Aww, this is beautifully written. Memories hold such an impact, especially with nostalgia of old friendships made from childhood. What a lovely poem that explicates such themes of reminiscence.
Sweet blue-stained memories. Good to look back to the good times.
This prompt brought out everyone’s memories, the bitter and the sweet and the thorny, in more ways than one.
i am tangled, your poem snagged me in the thorns of your past, your story. i crave the untold part..
Childhood friendships are precious. ❤ I'm blessed to still keep in touch with some women I went to elementary school with. we're not as close anymore, but we see each other a couple of times a year (usually).
Friendships may wane but they leave sweet memories.
This poem is a blackberry in itself – sweet, a little touch of bitterness to add savour, the risk of getting scratched. There’s something lurking.
Your memories of summer days and friendships past are warm and poignant. Sadly, so many friends are left behind because life gets in the way. Childhood summers stay longer in the memory, and blackberry picking always came at the end, before the first day back at school; some of us still do it – and bake the occasional blackberry pie or crumble.
Very well done! You expressed our present state so well as we stay apart and long for the old normal!
I could see me giving this to my sister. She no longer wishes to speak to me. I am not sure why.
Great. the subtlety of this poem allowed me to look back in time and recall friendships we allowed to melt away with forgotten goals.
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