through a time-worn pupil,
focused on the blue-grey wash,
we paddle in shallows,
waiting for the seasonal tide to turn.
Here there is no stubble, no furrows,
just poetry pure and wild
whirring in and out of hedgerows
thick with hips and haws
and pouring from the sky,
a migrating flock of swallows.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Sight #writephoto
I missed last week’s and am a couple of days late responding this week, which is the 80th writephoto prompt! Congratulations Sue!
My poem was inspired not only by Sue’s photograph but also by a quote from Vincent van Gogh: ‘Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but getting it onto paper is something that unfortunately doesn’t go as readily as looking.’
writing in north norfolk 
As lovely as always, Kim. September is, as you say, pure poetry.
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Thank you, Sue. Autumn is my favourite season.
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Mine too… if I had t choose.
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For me, for a long time it was a close race between autumn ans spring, but I adore autumn colours, smells and weather.
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I think I just love best a perfect day… whatever the season.
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simply gorgeous poem Kim!
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Many thanks!
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Marvelous! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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🙂
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I liked the seasonal tide turning and the “shallows” and “swallows”.
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Gorgeous, Kim. A beautiful poem in response to the prompt.
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Thank you very much!
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love your poetry and your wonderful visuals
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Thank you!
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Mine too… if I had t take. thank you, Sue. autumn is my favourite season.
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