A poem about infusing gin with foraged fruit, the colour like a scene from Dante's Inferno.
"Infusion"
The sealed jar gleams with alchemical lustre.
A loose ziggurat of blackberries tumble drunkenly inside.
Clear liquid that can surge the mind or ignite from a spark.
Swirling hues of change turn sugar crystals to tipsy gemstones.
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