Chantress
Snaking briar
Kiss the ground
Make a root
Where you’re found
Snick and snag
Kitten claws
Do your worst
Little thorns
Overgrow
Overthrow
Nature’s way
Hammer home
He is gone
He who strimmed
Beat you back
Lopped your limbs
Dragged you forth
Burnt your dead
Boiled your young
Smeared his bread
He is gone
You persist
Bolder now
That he’s missed
Blood shall spill
Summer heat
Bramble jam
Simmers sweet
We couldn’t let September go without a poem about autumn foraging, even though the brambles are probably long past picking now!
Susie was born and raised in Durham, despite the accent, and is tentatively trying to find both her voice and her feet when it comes to poetry. She loves thinking about and working with rhyme, and is hoping to bring together a community of like-minded rhymesmiths in the North East. Follow her on Twitter @rhymefact
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