Along banks and edges of paths and fields,
trees watch; their branches lances
sharp enough to pierce, their leaves shields.
What we think are hollow trunks, devoid
of sap and bark, that rise from ponds
still as looking glass, are ragged shadows
of wet birch and ash, wizard wands
that trick us into thinking reeds are grass
and stinking bogs are summer meadows.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Photograph taken by David Russell (I left my camera at home when we went for a walk today)
Isadora has set us a challenge to defy the conventions of a particular theme and find new places in the everyday. She says that today’s prompt is fairly simple. We should write a poem about something we can’t see fully, whether it’s the sea monster draped in darkness or just the silhouette of a lover blotted out by the sun, we are all intrigued with the details that exist but escape our sights. All poems must be something shiny and new.