Blackberrisia

PART ONE

A girl

with curls

and missing teeth

left 

her

home sweet home.

A girl

with curls

and missing teeth,

was in search of a new home.

Travelling by moonlit streets,

she came across the blackberries.

She stuffed her

face.

Her hands 

soon

streaked,

in the ripe

red

sweetness.

Her smile widened

and the

few 

teeth she did

have,

although now red,

seemed

brightened.

Blackberrisia..

Blackberrisia.

She heard an owl hoot from its perch 

on a

willow tree..

Blackberrisia

Blackberrisia..

The little girl

dived into the

bushes,

not bothering

to swat the thorny

branches

out of her way.

Blackberrisia

Blackberrisia.

She plunged 

head first

into this

kingdom.

When she stuck her head out,

to peer about her surroundings..

With a sense

of awe,

mixed with fear..

she released

a 

softly spoken

cheer.

They were Blackberrisians..

kinder than the people of this world,

there were many

of them..

all dressed in green.

And they beckoned to

her 

to join them.

Dancing,

dancing.

They sang

the song of the nation.

Blackberrisia

Blackberrisia..

Welcomes Thea!

This little girl

soon forgot..

about the old life

that 

she 

had 

left

far behind her.

She joined these

green-clothed people,

she played a wooden instrument made

from strands of leaves-turned into

gold.

She

dressed

in 

hollow

blackberry

shells..

and found herself

a 

new 

home sweet

home.

She ate blackberries

for breakfast,

blackberries

for 

lunch,

and

blackberries for dinner.

Thea joined Blackberrisia.

Next

time

you go blackberry picking,

see

if you

can

spot

the girl

with curls,

and missing teeth..

Otherwise known

as

Thea.

Just a little poem of mine-written by Jenna McNaught.