The Last Narcissus

Drooped under the hedge,
a faded socialite
after the party’s over,
her flouncy yellow dress
is stained and torn,
flapping round ungainly limbs.
Retiring to the darkness
of her bed, a splash of sunshine
wrapped in onion skin,
she waits for next spring.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix

Teresa will be hosting throughout the summer while Bastet is taking a break. Today, she thought we’d look at Emily Dickinson. Known for her unusual similes and metaphors, she can be rather cryptic to read. For example, she wrote this poem:

A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel–
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal–
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts it’s tumbled Head–
The Mail from Tunis—probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride–

Who would guess she’s describing a hummingbird?

Today’s challenge is to write a poem or short piece of poetic prose using unique similes and metaphors to describe some aspect of nature. It can be an animal, plant or anything else from the natural world, but the real challenge is find new and unique ways to describe it.

I decided not to include an image – I hope the words paint a picture.

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