Fields throbbing with electric yellow
unfold to the foot of an ancient hill
quizzically curved like Buddha’s eyebrow.
The air zings with peppery pollen
as rapeseed, with its Midas touch,
starts to paint the landscape golden,
and country people everywhere
know that spring is finally here.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Between #writephoto
writing in north norfolk 
I remember when they first planted the field above our house with rapeseed and hoping it would turn into sunflowers. When you’re eight it seems possible.
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We do have one field with sunflowers that seems to change position every year – more magic!
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They do! I’ve noticed that. And there’s always a clump left standing in the middle when they harvest.
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There is! Why is that?
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Husband suggests it’s a refuge for the bunnies and hares…so he hunters have an easier job killing them after the harvest. He may well be right.
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How beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Yes. Spring is on all minds.
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Wow this is excellent. Lovely use of alliteration.
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Thank you so much!
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Excellent Grooviness.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thanks Dorna!
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Peppery pollen… Lovely lyrical language Kim.
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Thank you!
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The first three lines of this wonderful piece are an exquisite story all in themselves… I want to read it again and again – just like a familiar path you love to walk. Wholly unique imagery – a real pleasure, thank you.
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Thank you for reading and commenting. 🙂
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Your detailed observation is as superb as ever, Kim 😌
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Thank you. Sarah!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Gorgeous, Kim. I have already seen the first stirrings of the paint on the fields this year…a little early, but always hopeful 🙂
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Thank you, Sue. 🌷🌷🌷
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Beautiful poem and I love the photo alongside with it
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Thank you!
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Gloriously written to match our prompt. It saddens me though this time last year, or maybe a little later, when I walked out dog all I saw was fields of gold as far as the horizon. This year all gone, all I see is houses, mud, machinery and builders, it hurts.
That aside your poetry is beautiful.💜
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Thank you! 🙂
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Pleasure 💖
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