Bramble Breath

We are fighting a futile battle Against esurient microliths, Feral thorns hiding in the hedge, Thrusting forward tendrils of sharpness. Sharp eyes of berries glitter, Breathing bramble sillage, Exalting their sweetness In defiance of their nothingness.   © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #121 “September 19th, 2016”