A Breath of Fresh Air

After the claustrophobia of curtains closed

Before dusk, she feels like a smudged shadow

Tucked in her bowl of cardboard cornflakes.

Stepping into the smoky light

Of a milky autumn morning,

She pegs out her washing,

A stronger penumbra inhaling

Deep into her marrow

The aroma of damp meadow

Flowers and grass crushed underfoot

And sticky scent of blackberries glinting

In hedgerows gleaming with scarlet rosehips.

She licks her lips, flicks her hair

And drinks another breath of fresh air.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016



My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #132 and linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform

24 thoughts on “A Breath of Fresh Air

  1. Thank you, Susie. I have long been a morning person. In fact, I struggle in the evenings and get a bit fuzzy. The problem I have found as I get older is that I get up earlier and earlier!


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