Red geraniums rust
in September rain;
sparrows splash dust
in puddles forming on the path.
Once again, men point their weapons at the sky
in far-off places I
have never been
and will never go,
that Cold Wars
would become heated
in memories of a child petrified
by serious grey words that dripped
from monochrome television lips.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Play it Again, Toads!
This weekend, Kerry invites us to revisit archived challenges of the Imaginary Garden. We can also select a prompt from the three she has highlighted. I have chosen Grace’s Sunday’s Mini-challenge: Carilda Olivar Labra.
Grace’s challenge was to write a new poem or prose poem in response to Carilda’s words. I had never heard of the Cuban poet Carilda Olivar Labra, even though she is one of the most influential Cuban poets, and was delighted to make her acquaintance. The poems Grace included in her prompt are passionate and, especially ‘Declaration of Love, topical.