Brambling – A Poem for the First Harvest
Brambling
Caught red handed,
Well, purple really,
Juice dripping down
Guilty chin.
Bucket half full
Promising wine, crumbles pies
All lies
If I don’t stop eating them
Along the trail.
These jewels are not just mine
I share them with
Doves, pigeons, blackbirds
Lon Dubh shouting
As I invade
His sacred space.
So I leave enough
To feed the feathered folk
Even knowing this means
Imminent purple plopping
On the bonnet of my
Long suffering vehicle.
Dodging nettles
Spiky brambles
Benevolent thorns
They take my juice
As I seek theirs.
Caught red handed
Purple hand gang
States the seven-year-old
As we fill our chests
With treasure.
(Image credit: Photo by Nature Uninterrupted Photography on Unsplash)
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About the Author:
Mabh Savage is a Pagan author, poet and musician, as well as a freelance journalist and content creator. She’s a nature-based witch, obsessed with Irish and British Paganism and Folklore, plus she’s a massive plant nerd. She’s also a long-time Hekate devotee and a newbie Lokean. She works extensively with the UK Pagan Federation, including editing their bi-annual children’s magazine. Mabh is a passionate environmentalist and an advocate for inclusiveness and positive social transformation.
Mabh is the author of A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors, Pagan Portals – Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways, and most recently, Practically Pagan: An Alternative Guide to Planet Friendly Living. Search “Mabh Savage” on Spotify and @Mabherick on all socials.

