A glimmer of sky
is reflected in its eye,
echoing with the raw
and ragged corvine caw,
reminding us of misty dawns,
morning breath of autumn yawns
and branches bristling with jet feathers
as the harbingers of winter flock together.
Kim M. Russell, 12th July 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
Margaret is our host this Thursday and she tells us that her friend, the artist, Toril Fisher, has once again generously offered to allow us to use her paintings for inspiration.
Whether we can place ourselves in the paintings or our poems take on the qualities of the animals in them, Margaret asks us to interpret the images with a new piece of poetry written in any way we choose.
writing in north norfolk 
What a great title, Kim. It sets up the tone of some dire consequence… death of all those darling buds of May. The crow is a wonderful symbol in this piece.
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Than kyou, Kerry.
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Yes, I loved what you did!!! I love the crow!
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Thank you, Annell!
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You captured this raven with your words. I love the ‘morning breath of autumn yawns…’
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Thanks Viv!
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Oooh I like this! Kind of gives me the shivers, thinking of winter to come. Also, for some reason ‘harbinger’ is one of my favorite words. 🙂
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It is a fabulous word, isn’t it? 😊
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Makes me ready for fall, Kim. Very descriptive and the rhyme is so fitting. You might want to see if you could just as well use feather in place of feathers.
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Thank you, Jim, and I’ll revisit the feathers. 😊
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Love the way this builds. So much other poetry dwindles (not always effectively). Well done.
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Thank you, Ron.
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I really like the power build in this piece – the pace and rhythms and rhymes work to fabulous effect – as do your carefully chosen descriptives ~ most wonderful. Makes me want to soar with them.
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Thanks Pat.
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kaykuala
reminding us of misty dawns,
morning breath of autumn yawns
They serve a useful purpose to wake us up despite a ghostly caw in the mornings!
Hank
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It’s definitely an autumn sound. 🙂
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Nicely done!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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That’s so interesting, I didn’t know crows were harbingers of winter.. lovely!
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In the UK we have more crows in autumn, when they roost in bare branches. Their crawling is a typical autumn/winter sound.
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“and branches bristling with jet feathers” — what a great line!
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Thank you, Jo! That’s just what it looks like!
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A great poem Kim. You certainly stepped into this piece. I always thought of the crows as dual harbingers, both winter and spring owing on their migration. the rhymes work beautifully in this piece. the building toward the end is masterful.
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Thank you so much, Toni. I’ll be back in the morning to read more poems.
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I read this aloud to a friend via Skype ~ made quite an impact! Great write.
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Thank you, Helen!
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Love this! It is so hot here it would be nice to have some cooler days.
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Thank you, Susie. We went along the coast over the weekend to Great Yarmouth, where it seemed to be a little cooler. As soon as Wimbledon is over, the UK heats up again. 🙂
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Lovely! (btw, I bought this original art work. LOVE crows or ravens)
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Thank you, Margaret, and congratulations on acquiring such a gorgeous piece!
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