Vineberry

She found her hands crushed under the coiled cords and she poked her fingers between two, watching them grow red and then purple as overripe vineberries.

[…] and in the second place, that the arches at least, of that venerable historic edifice were festooned with clusters of the ripe vine-berry, carved from ancient yew, and apparently coloured to imitate the natural grapes, probably some part of a more ancient roof of the church itself.