A chill murmurs through trees
still wearing summer frocks
stained with fruit and chestnut rust.
Early morning mist conceals a fox
on a mission to find rations.
Marsh harriers fuel up for migration,
fighter planes above the mere,
forming shadow vectors over fields
of brown-gold stubble and hedgerows
grey with old man’s beard.
Along the coast, the smell of frying
hangs with lines of linen drying.
Hurrying past, we feel the glare
of bed-and-breakfasts’ vacant stare.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar with Creative Metaphors
Björn is our host at the dVerse Poets Pub. He says that one of his favourite poetic tools is the metaphor. Today is all about metaphors: he wants us to avoid similes, clichés and idioms but, if we want to use them we should spice them up, for instance, by making them more exact or adding complexity to the image.
One example he has given is Pablo Neruda using a salt rose instead of a rose, and ‘arrow of carnations’ in his famous Sonnet XVII. Another example is Tomas Tranströmer in his poem After a Death, in which he uses many metaphors to describe mourning: a snowy TV-picture, the drop of water on a telephone line, and pages torn from old telephone directories – exact images to put us right into the mind of the poet.
He says that metaphors can also be used to describe people (or even pets). For example, Bob Hicok describes a girl whose ‘collarbones were the shadows of bears’ and a boy ‘whose eyes were lighthouses’ in his poem The Smiths as I understand them.
Often in poems with metaphors, the poet uses lots of them and they may contradict, but contradictions can add rather than detract from the imagery. If we prefer to riff on an extended metaphor, Björn won’t ostracize us but would prefer it if we focus on imagery.
Intricate and poignant work, Kim.
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Thank you!
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Sure.
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So many good imagery and metaphors… the fighter planes and shadow vectors was something I especially likes… making nature merge with technology.
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Thanks, Bjorn!
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I really love this poem, it is such a beautiful autumn scene. Along the coast, the smell of frying
hangs with lines of linen drying.Hurrying past, we feel the glare
of bed-and-breakfasts’ vacant stare.- it is the same here, things winding down, the season ending, things closing….
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The end of season blues – luckily we have autumn colours to brighten it up.
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I liked this description of the coast: ” the smell of frying
hangs with lines of linen drying”
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Typical British seaside towns 🙂
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Your words evoke so much swelling of sensation in your readers’ hearts; beautiful!
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Thank you, Jill!
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This is just wonderful work, Kim.
LOVE:
“Marsh harriers fuel up for migration,
fighter planes above the mere,
forming shadow vectors over fields”
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Thanks De!
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Wonderfully descriptive. Being born and bred landlocked, I savored every word.
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Thanks Bev!
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I really enjoyed this metaphor rocking poem. I love how you merged nature with technology and fighter planes – And telling how the coast smells in your neck of the woods – when summer closes, it is a dreary time to be sure.
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Thanks Toni!
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Love your metaphor of the trees wearing their summer frocks and the following line “stained with fruit and chestnut rust.” It’s a trees wearing dresses stained with the stuff of trees. It’s a beautiful image.
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Thank you!
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This is beautiful nature writing. You’ve perfectly created an English autumn, love your metaphors. I got excited reading it.
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You’ve made me smile, Sarah, and the sun is trying to rain after yesterday’s downpours!
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It’s been horrendous down here. Yesterday there were short, sharp showers that were incredibly heavy, like someone had turned a hose on. Today there’s some blue sky, so I am hopeful…
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I like the sense of anachronism. This is such a well done poem.
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Thank you!
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All kinds of delightfulness here Kim but those staring bed and breakfasts are my favourite. So atmospheric.
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Thanks Paul.
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Such a great opening… wonderful imagery..!!
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Thank you, Sreeja!
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You words really conjure up a sense of place in my mind, I feel like I can see it right in front of me. Really enjoyed 😊
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wonderfully descriptive! I like the birds compared to planes the most.
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Love the illustration you’ve chosen for this post. Really enjoyed reading this metaphorical journey…most especially these lines
“Marsh harriers fuel up for migration,
fighter planes above the mere,
forming shadow vectors over fields
of brown-gold stubble and hedgerows
grey with old man’s beard.”
I’m smiling at the old man’s beard 🙂
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Old man’s beard or traveller’s joy is a member of the Clematis genus. It climbs (or scrambles) over other plants and in the autumn, when it has finished flowering, the developing seeds retain part of the flower – the style, which has long, silky hairs that form the grey tufted balls. These are the ‘old man’s beard’. 🙂
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Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you, Dorna!
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still wearing summer frocks is my fav line 🙂
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😊
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Yes, I loved each word!!!
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Thank you, Annell!
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Wonderful use of metaphor
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Thank you, Jae.
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Such vivid imagery. Love the descriptions.
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😊
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I love this little poem! It is amazing all that can be said, in so few words!! Put me right there!
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Thank you, Annel!
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