Carol Ann Duffy talks the sharpness of raspberries

In her weekly poetry corner for the Mirror, poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy samples Christine Webb's "Allotment:"  "The raspberries are sharp, cool, fitting my fingers like thimbles," begins Webb.

Here's Duffy's sweet critique:

"The deep pleasure allotments give pervades this poem about a father. Everything here attends to the tactile, from the "huge, brown" hands of the gardener to the "papery rustle" of peas and splinters in knees. The poem is both a memory and in the moment, explicitly so in the image of the train "trailing its vapour like time" as 50 years collapses in the taste of raspberries.