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, 27th September 2016
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My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #132 and linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform
writing in north norfolk 
Seems a strong woman though
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She’s able to find a positive and start again with a new day.
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I love how you turned it positive in the end… that drinking of the meadow… maybe we need to find those moments to grow strong.
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That’s the trick – there’s always something to make us feel better!
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This is delectable, Kim. A treat for the senses, which turns into an entire meal that can be breathed in. Love the imagery, the colors and tastes and textures are just wonderful.
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Thank you so much, Magaly, you are very kind.
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Kim, felt like I was outside with you, experiencing these moments. Beautiful, real – and hopeful. Thanks for sharing.
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I’m so pleased you enjoyed the poem, Stacie. There’s nothing like a breathing in the fresh autumn air first thing in the morning.
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There’s an art to finding beauty and satisfaction in menial tasks, even in their repetition.
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I enjoy ironing while listening to plays, stories and othe talking on the radio – nothing more satisfying than making things smooth!
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The stepping from night’s cocoon into daylight routine is a blessing I no longer complain about. Love your word choices to produce your imagery. Beautiful.
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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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Oh, she reminds me of myself….on calm days.
Seems she breathes the content solitude of morning.
Stacy
http://www.warningthestars.com/
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Thank you for reading, Stacie! Morning is a special time.
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This is simply lovely, imagery was amazing throughout.
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Thank you!
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I like this ~~~
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Thank you!
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I really like how you drew the reader in with all those wonderful sensory details. I could almost smell the blackberries too.
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Thanks for reading, Rommy!
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scarlet rosehips… now that’s just too fabulous – A poem that blows the senses away. Lovely.
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We have some huge scarlet rosehips in the hedge in the front garden at the moment.
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This is a lovely evocation of morning air. There are too many fabulous lines to pick just one.
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Thank you for your kind words 🙂
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