The flames in her eyes
gradually die;
small fires
still burn in the ice,
the diamonds
in her crown.
Cold comfort
for a firefly.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH!
Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose again with the photographic challenge for January, which comes with a wide angle and any filter of our choosing.
writing in north norfolk 
Oooh! I like the way you linked the diamond light and the spark in her eye with that of the firefly. This is a fine piece of ekphrastic writing.
Have you ever submitted any work to http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html
They accepted two of my poems and I’m sure they would love your work.
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Thank you, Kerry, for the comments and for the link. I’ll definitely have a look at that.
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Love that you managed to capture the firefly as a metaphor… the cold part of her, the ice and diamonds make me think of Lucy in the sky and the muse of drugs.
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Thank you, Bjorn, for mentioning a Beatles song alongside my poem!
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Oh that poem is beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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I love how you have captured that cold part of hers in this poem! Beautifully rendered, Kim!💞
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Much akindle in the living, less and less for the dead.
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Loved it!
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Thank you, Brendan!
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The liveliness of the firefly and the cold of the ice. What a wonderful capture
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Thank you!
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Beautiful… and that last line -perfection.
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Thank you, Debi!
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Cold comfort indeed. We have lots of fireflies here in summer time. My dog likes to jump and try to get them, but they vanish as if they had never been. I find them comforting, and would miss them if their light were dimmed.
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I have only ever seen fireflies once in real life and they left a deep impression.
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They are completely magical. I played with them in my backyard every night when I was growing up in Texas. I had no idea how special that was. Now that I’ve moved away, I almost never see them.
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Yes, very pretty, and for me evoking another season
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This is very sad.
“small fires
still burn in the ice” … I love that.
I’m picturing a literal queen of the fireflies … her death, with her “people” gathered around her as she fades away. Like a children’s book or movie, perhaps.
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Burnout. She’s coming down, I hope softly.
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🙂
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Oh! Always, Excellent! 😎🥀
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Thank you, Dorna!
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Reads almost like a haunting.
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I read it again and, yes, I can imagine a haunting.
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kaykuala
The coldness depicted of her here, makes her a perfect female fatale in the making!
Hank
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Thanks Hank!
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