She is bold

and she is gold
a yellow globe
of chrysanthemum
joyful and optimistic
unfurling in the sun
in her heart
the warmth of summer
rustling gently
in the breeze
among burnished
falling leaves
ready to mourn
on the old year’s tomb.

Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2018

Image result for Japanese painting and artwork yellow chrysanthemum among falling leaves
Image found on Pinterest

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: What’s in an Name? also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform

Amaya is tending bar this week and she wants to know our names. She says that she is in the season of life in which she has several lists of potential baby names and has spent countless sleepless nights trying to come up with the most melodic and meaningful pair of names to name an unborn child. She reminds us that, as parents, we hope that our progeny (or precious creatures) will live up to their names, or perhaps even more accurately, the essences of the names will define their characters.

As examples for today’s challenge, Amaya explores her own name and those of two poets: the first name of Walt Whitman and the last name of Margaret Walker. Today we are writing poetry about the meanings of our names. Amaya asks us to look at our given names, chosen aliases, middle names, family names, or maiden names and write an open-form poem of any length about their meanings. We don’t have to say what they are but are free to do so in a subscript. 

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62 thoughts on “She is bold

    1. Thank you, Viv! I’m sorry I’ve only just read your comment but I was so tired I went to bed early to read a book and then didn’t drop off until about eleven. Now I’m up early to do some reading! Have a great middle of the week! 😉 xxx

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  1. a yellow globe
    of chrysanthemum

    an image that suggests the bearer a source of light and radiance – the entire poem is just so joyful – what a name should be like when we say it out loud.

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  2. This is lovely. I have always kind of despised mums… or at least I resent when they start popping up in the middle of summer as they do seem to put summer in the grave. This is beautiful.

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