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”
writing in north norfolk 
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thank you so much for the reblog!
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I kind of like the brambles. They keep out unwanted guests and the berries though bitter make great pies
They do want to take over though.
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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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Thank you for reading and for commenting, Suzanne.
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You’re welcome. Have a wonderful day. 🙂
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🙂
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berries 💜it looks awesome n tasty
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Our garden seems to be full of berries this autumn.
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