she can never be humbled

With her  thorns everywhere

over tall fences

with inches to spare

hedgerows and secret paths

gasping for air

we are best rewarded

by seeing her there

Rubus Fruticosus

far and away

a more spellbinding wench

with a frightful display

touching the ground side shoots

will grow

semi -deciduous

Vibrant we know

secret paths stretch

over hedgerows  And they

Are wonderfully magical

In their own way


she grabbed at my socks

scratching  my  Skin

a tangled embrace

That was wherein

the juice


felt somewhat cleansing

disclosing to me

The need to be careful

more so to try

and pluck some sweet berries

to put in a pie.

her gender is Feminine

Venus of course

element water

a sparkling force

Deity Bridgit

such healing power

sacred to Pagans

a bramble bush arch

gives us magical healing

the leaves offer wealth

With  each Berry concealing

a protecting aura

at Lughnasadh we

commemorate Harvest

as poetically

(as we dare)


















About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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