Blackberry Jam - Tactile Gemma

Her belly was a grape

An elephantine grape

The midwife was an octopus

Who puller me into life

And I — a lurid raisin

Stared and the wall paper smilled

Black beetle, black beetle, make a bonfire

Black beetle, black beetle, I ' m so alive

I 'll feed him with jam, blackberry jam

We 'll spend the nights in fox holes

And listen to the rattling magpies