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”



10 thoughts on “Bramble Breath

  1. I think this was a very interesting poem. Though my favorite line is this one: “Feral thorns hiding in the hedge”, I think the last two lines carry a great thought. Something may seem insignificant or nothing, but be something wonderful after all.
    Have a blessed day.

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