in Frost’s wood two paths diverge
— life/regret as
here the blackberry
laterals like a wrestler’s bicep
lifting a tonne of bramble,
a field of bloom, bees
round every fruit a ring of hooks.
once a fence, subsumed
like a whale gone below.
Image: Honey bee construction when beekeeper forgets to insert frames. A quadrille for Dverse where Linda is hosting and asks us to use the word ‘bramble’. And here’s my favourite bramble poem – Meditation at Lagunitas by Robert Hass.
…Or the other notion that,
because there is in this world no one thing
to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,
a word is elegy to what it signifies.
And for your listening pleasure (and for everyone who loves the series – and felt a little better for its good heart) here’s Johnny Flynn with the Theme from The Detectorists – hope you like it.