Angular boned branches are bare
except for the sheen of random smears
of moss and ivy. They scratch at a sky
opaque and goose-feather grey.
Goblin faces gurn and leer
from the trunk of the freshly
pollarded willow trunk, their silent
roar lost on a windy wave.
Scattered birds rearrange themselves
on telephone wires, notes on a stave,
and a robin with a glowing red breast descends
from a hedge, lands on the roof
of a bright blue car, cocking its head
in sardonic comment on the season’s bitter end.
Kim M. Russell, 26th December 2018
My response to the last Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform of 2018: All Aboard
Yesterday, Pat welcomed all Toads to the last Tuesday Platform of 2018. I’m a bit late to wish everyone a merry Christmas but would like to share a poem. I thoroughly enjoyed the one that Pat shared with us, ‘Days We Would Rather Know’ by Michael Blumenthal.
I wanted to take a picture of our willow with my new camera but have to wait for the battery to finish charging. So I’ve found a suitable image on Pinterest.