Micae Conjures Longing and Memory on New Single “Blackberries”
- Miles Coleman
- Jun 5
- 2 min read
Vancouver-based indie folk pop artist Micae returns with her newest single Blackberries, a delicately rendered meditation on loss, love, and the unshakable residue of memory. Born out of a lyrical exercise rooted in imagery, the track shimmers with poetic intimacy, drawing listeners into a quiet, contemplative world where the past lingers like the juice of summer fruit on your tongue.
“Bridge to sky, city lights / Jacket on wet grass tonight,” she opens, immediately immersing us in a textured nocturne of sensation and solitude. There’s a cinematic stillness to the scene, one that sets the tone for a song that trades traditional narrative for moments, flashes of remembrance that ache with honesty.
With co-lyricist Claire Miller-Harder, Micae has crafted a song that resists cliché, instead opting for evocative details: “Eucalyptus bath to warm my lungs / Wrinkly toes wiggle on the rug.” These lines don’t just describe, they feel. The imagery is intimate, tactile, and heartbreakingly mundane in its specificity, offering a kind of emotional topography of grief.
The chorus, tender and disarmingly direct, centers the emotional weight of the track: “Waiting for the bus to come / Avoid the street that I met him on / Wonder ‘bout the BLACKBERRIES in the FREEZER BAG with my NAME in BLACK SHARPIE.” It’s a stunning snapshot, love preserved and then left behind, crystallized in a Ziploc bag in someone else’s freezer. The final question hits like a whispered confession: “When you ate them, did they stain your teeth? With every memory you have of me?”
Micae’s background in classical voice and music therapy shines through in her restraint and emotive control. There’s no theatricality here, just truth, carefully tended. Blackberries isn’t simply a breakup song; it’s a sonic keepsake of a time, a person, and the small, strange ways they linger.
Now streaming on all major platforms, Blackberries is a quiet triumph, one that speaks volumes in a whisper.
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