My response to dVerse Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft poetry prompt.
I used this image to inspire a poem I posted back in October and have used the original poem as a springboard into Imagism.
The vacancy
of a weather-bleached birdhouse
hanging low
from the gnarled branch
of an aged apple tree
is more surprising
considering
the warmth
of a moss-covered roof
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
This is absolutely beautiful. You’ve captured this genre of poetry very well. It does indeed look like a snug little house 🙂 I do so love reading everyone’s responses — so different — and I learn so much from reading others’. Loved this post!
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Thank you Lillian 🙂
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I love this piece Kim. the tone for the image is perfect with the contrast between the weathered look and the soft moss….
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I tried so hard to avoid any movement to stick to the guidelines for Imagist poetry. I didn’t realise how difficult it is to keep it motionless and simple.
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I agree… and still keep away from the pitfall of writing haiku.. (which share some of the features I think).
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Oh, one would really think birds would flock to the warmth of this birdhouse! You really created an excellent image here. Enjoyed this poem.
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Thank you so much, Mary 🙂
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Perfect juxtaposition here, perfectly captured image – with so much meaning behind. Personally, I would say this is exemplary of the form. Love it!
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Thank you for your kind comments. The birdhouse is in our garden and I took a photo of it some months ago. I tried to emulate The Red Wheelbarrow. I hope I got close. 😊
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so beautifully executed…very much visual…
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Thank you, Sumana 😊
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Your well-worded description subtly stimulates an emotional response to your words. Nice.
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Thank our 😊
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Looks and sounds like a very comfy home to me….well, if I were a bird.
I love the word “weather-bleached”. 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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This had the feel of a William Carlos Williams poem, Kim. Very imagistic, precise detail.
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Thank you, Victoria.
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great image inwords and photo
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Now just why isn’t a bird choosing that cozy cottage for its home? That’s a great photo and your imagist poem captured the scene perfectly. I love that “moss covered roof.”
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Thank you. We have bird feeders and a bird table, and plenty of birds. They just ignore the bird house!
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Come to think of it, the same goes on here…lots of bird feeders, lots of birds but our one lone bird house stays empty. I guess that means there’s lots of real estate available in all the trees and shrubs around!
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😁
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Houses fade
in Summer Sun
pyramids
fall
to
Star dust..
Birds play
alive
in
Tree homes..
knowledge
feels
lives
free..:)
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