Blackberry – Object Writing July 15

Sharp stubby triangles punctuate elongated gently curving brambles. curving under the weight of leaves and berries. Berries are spheres of purple delight cocooned in sacks, pillows of treacly syrup. Falling on the ground they rebound as unbroken basketballs. The smell of the forest after rain, the blackberries glistening in the dewy morning .

Blackberry pie, the aroma of a freshly baked pie coming out of the oven, the dark base is  criss-crossed with a lattice of browned pastry, brittle, chalky in my fingers. The knife grates along the bottom of the pan, metal on metal , jarring. The pie segment lifted onto the plate, then a globe of ice cream is set upon it. The ice cream begins to wilt under the retained heat and is dressed with a coat of fresh cream. The hard edge of the spoon guillotines through and  the combination of the three elements making my nose quiver with anticipation  before the roller coaster ride in my mouth.  The pastry crunches, the berries and cream lubricate a dry mouth and it is wolfed down. The spoon ‘tings’ as it hits the bottom of the plate for the second round, the segment now looking desperate as its last elements are about to dissolve. Chewing, masticating teeth grind away at the next piece……