It vanished in a whorl of icy bubbles,
a kingfisher, the first one of the spring.
It drew a line through early morning mist,
it punctuated silence of the pond
with splash and sparkle – then it disappeared.
I waited by the river every day,
my soles imprinted on the dew-soaked grass,
to catch a flash of orange, cyan, blue.
An optical illusion in the sky,
the artful kingfisher eludes me still
with iridescent scattering of light.
Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2018
My response to The Poetry School NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 27: Blank Verse, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Let’s join the children, where Margaret is our host.
Margaret tells us that she has always adored children’s artwork and recently attended an exhibition which highlighted some pieces that have received awards this year, ranging from elementary school through high school. She was given permission to photograph some images from the exhibition, which she has shared with us. She says we should feel free to write more than one poem.