When I taught AP English Literature & Composition, we did a lot of practice tests. They were usually test prompts from previous years. One of my favorite test prompts as on the poem “Blackberry Picking” by Seamus Heaney. Since I don’t own a copyright, I am linking to it.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
I can’t help thinking of Heaney’s words when I am out picking. I love the imagry he uses: sticky as Bluebeard’s, dark blobs burned Like a plate of eyes, summer’s blood. I see and feel each of those images so vividly. And, of course, I look at the bowls of berries and I know I have to get to work.
It wasn’t fair That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.
What’s inspiring you today?