The country road tilts and blends
into a sudden blind bend,
overhung with bush and tree,
so dense that, at first, I do not see
a red and white sign erupting
from a pile of soil: heavy plant crossing.
My imagination runs riot
with giant hogweed and triffids
evolved from seeds that drifted
down from distant planets,
and with forests of Tolkien’s magical Ents.
Sadly behind the roadside wire fence,
dinosaur diggers make a racket,
driven by men in bright yellow jackets.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
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My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: And the sign says….
Also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Today it is Mish from mishunderstood.wordpress.com bringing us today’s Poetics. She tells us that on one of her recent drives home from work, winding along a beautiful river road, she was thinking about the various signs that greet her along the way. With limited words or simple symbols, they advise, guide or warn of the next curve in the road. They are short and sweet, much like titles to a story, or perhaps…..a poem?
Today Mish would like us to choose a sign as a visual prompt. Let it speak metaphorically or as an allegory; take us to a deeper place or even a comical place. Our signs do not need to have words, as symbols have stories and voices too. The choice is ours.