A poem by Kevin FitzPatrick
I choose "Blackberry-Picking" to read to Tina,
a poem by Nobel prize winner Seamus Heaney.
I want to support her, show her I accept
her moving back to the country
after years of living in the city with me.
As in Heaney's poem, she too has blackberries
growing wild along the borders of her fields.
But as I read to her how the poet
uses milk cans, pea tins, jam pots
to drop his picked berries in, she interrupts,
"Milk cans are too big - he'll crush them.
He needs berry boxes."
I smile and continue to read
until the poet unloads his berries in a bath
and bemoans a fungus that sets in year
after year to foul the treasure he's picked.
"I wouldn't wash wild berries," Tina says.
"I'd freeze them or put them up right away.
Pick off any insects or thorns,
then freeze them or put them up - make jams, jellies,
pies, juice, wine - they'll rot if you don't."
I don't know who to freeze or put up:
Nobel prize winner Seamus Heaney,
whose poetry I love and admire,
or Tina, who I also love and admire
and who's a three-time Mille Lacs area
4-H grand canning champion.
Kevin FitzPatrick
(1950-2021)
Frank Hudson's post on this poem includes a performance.
Kevin FitzPatrick website.