through a time-worn pupil,
focused on the blue-grey wash,
we paddle in shallows,
waiting for the seasonal tide to turn.
Here there is no stubble, no furrows,
just poetry pure and wild
whirring in and out of hedgerows
thick with hips and haws
and pouring from the sky,
a migrating flock of swallows.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
I missed last week’s and am a couple of days late responding this week, which is the 80th writephoto prompt! Congratulations Sue!
My poem was inspired not only by Sue’s photograph but also by a quote from Vincent van Gogh: ‘Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but getting it onto paper is something that unfortunately doesn’t go as readily as looking.’