This poem came about on a walk out to stanage edge. Chomping down bilberries as I strolled, my mind ended up getting lost in a maze of B words (kicked off by dwelling on the satisfying rhythm of the bilberry bumblebee), and this monstrosity was the result. Enjoy.
Beyond black bitumen borders,
Brazen, bilberry bushes blossom boldly.
Bright blooms beguile bumblebees.
Bequeathing berries, borne by branches,
Building Blanket Bog’s brilliant bounty.