Blueberry Stumble

 

The case of the Blueberry Stumble

Today’s artwork on Blueberries inspired an original light-hearted poem, a self-confession on my blueberry bush misadventure in the garden. Each year I promise to do better, but this year it got ‘verse’ - Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2025

If you Google for Blueberry, you’ll see a million recipes for crumble

This is not one of those; it’s the case of the blueberry stumble

As Dickens said, ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times’

If blueberry bushes could speak, they would accuse us of a crime 

Let’s just say it’s ‘_Elat Yriaf_’, that’s  a fairy tale in reverse 

Started off happily ever before, then went from bad to worse

We had seven 10-year-old bushes from Oregon delivered to our door

 

These were carefully cultivated, tried and tested, couldn’t ask for more

My friend is the only blueberry whisperer amongst us seven

Six bushes are in blueberry hell, hers in pure blueberry heaven

Maybe we didn’t keep the roots moist, maybe the soil ain’t right

The evidence is clear as daylight, the case against us airtight