Afternoon in Wroclaw

Autumn sepia-tints gathering clouds copper:
at three o’clock the day is already
drawing curtains on a red and white chimney
rising from the other bank of the Oder,
piercing the horizon,
its smoke a white wind sock
frozen
while the weather takes a breath.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille # 21: Take a Breath

 This Monday Mish has brought us a new quadrille prompt, in which she talks about becoming caught up and stressed by worldly matters as well as our own personal struggles. She says that we can often lose sight of ourselves and sometimes need to step back to find a new perspective. Sometimes we just need to b..r..e..a..t..h..e. So today Mish would like us to take a deep breath. She’s even shared a few websites that offer techniques and tips for deep breathing and given us the word, ‘breath’ or ‘breathe’ for this week’s Q44. We can use other variations on the word, such as breathless, breathtaking, breathable or get creative with word-play, as long as it contains ‘breath’ or ‘breathe’. 

55 thoughts on “Afternoon in Wroclaw”

    1. Thank you, Björn. I took a couple of hundred photos in Wroclaw and as soon as I remembered taking this one the afternoon we arrived I knew I wanted to write a poem about it .

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    1. That is exactly what it looked like! When we got out of the taxi there was a chilly wind. We had some lunch, left the hotel to go for a walk and the weather just seemed to stand still.

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    1. I was actually taken aback by the colour, Victoria, as I had it in my mind that the city would be quite grey – it was, however, very colourful. They were setting up the Christmas market on the day we arrived, with a massive tree and lots of lights. Wroclaw is full of statues, memorials – and gnomes absolutely everywhere. I’ll be writing a post about the gnomes at some point but I wasn’t able to take pictures of all of them – there were so many!

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