The dribbleberry was aptly named
its juces do not easily wash off
and stain your cheeks and chin for days

Long orange dribbles adorn the face of my toddler
as he skips around the settlement
in that warm misty sunshine that is too pink

Rainy days soothe my longing for home
for then I do not see our double suns
can try to forget a faraway Earth

Where I once picked blackberries
rasberries, apples and pears

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Writtten in response to the prompt over at Dverse:


27 thoughts on “Dribbleberry

  1. Ah, poor you in the land of dribbleberries! You sound so homesick for blackberries, raspberries, apples and pears. None grow there in dribbleberry land?

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  2. Kim,
    Whimsical and nostalgic all at once, but it touches something real and deep, at least for me, of the sense of passing through as voyagers. Adding the rain was utterly perfect, as memory pricks and tears flow. Can you tell I loved this yet? :>)

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