I wake up early
and greet another day,
a mundane Monday,
damp, cold and grey.
Winter should be over,
or so the buds tell me,
there should be
sunshine and daffodils.
I watch a smoking feather,
a skylark rising,
and then a second hovers
above the winter field –
then another, and another
ascend into a pale blue sky.
The clouds have lifted
with the singing and soaring
and I wave
mundane Monday
goodbye.
Kim M. Russell, 7th March 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Music with Marian: Avant Gardener, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
This Thursday, Marian would like us to take inspiration today from the lyrics of Courtney Barnett, a singer-songwriter of whom I have never heard.
Marian says the song she has chosen to share tells an epic story that’s a window into a tiny moment but with big observations and she chose the live version because of its garden quality.
The challenge is to use the song as inspiration to write our own narrative poems about small moments. Marian says it’s an open challenge and we can write a poem inspired by Courtney Barnett: about breathing problems, ambulances, being a clever songwriter from Australia, or anything else that comes to mind.
You have conjured Vaughan Williams in this upbeat poem Kim – I especially like the smoking feather
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Thank you, Laura.
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I adore this poem. That is a moment to be grateful to have noticed, and to cherish. I also really love the rhythm and sing-song quality of these verses.
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Thank you so much, Marian.
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I loved your poem!!
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Thank you, Annell!
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Birds can indeed change the tenor of the day. (K)
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I was cheered up by a robin in the garden this morning, followed by three small deer!
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A bonus!
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I love the way you let the munday begone with that feather.
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I don’t like Mondays…
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Oh yes. One can only be cheerful upon seeing skylarks in flight.
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Birds generally lift the spirit, Sherry. 😊
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Nothing like feather to take away the feeling of mundane.
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I seem to be bird watching every day, Susie. There’s a magpie that visits regularly and, at the moment, there are six big, fat wood pigeons in the quince tree!
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Oh, I like how you sort evoked Courtney Barnett’s flatline whimsy in the line structure and scheme. Also the smoking feather was a nice touch!
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Thank you Izy. I’d never heard of her and was taken by her lyrics, especially the structure.
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Busy day
Sends mundane Monday
On her way
..
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Busy day
Sends mundane Monday
On her way
..
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It is always a joy to see our companions on Earth going about their business, it really make our lives worthwhile..
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There is comfort to be had in the mundane.
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There certainly is.
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I am so tired of those mundane Mondays which are dark and grey. I think we will have another one tomorrow. But spring is said to be on the horizon. It will take a while though to melt all of this snow. In your poem you say ‘winter should be over.’ — Indeed true, but SHOULD doesn’t make it so!! If only it did!
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I think spring is teasing us over here in the UK. We’ve had some really sunny, almost warm weather, which has coaxed out blossom and flowers, and yesterday we got a sudden blast of very cold weather with high winds. I hope those spring flowers survive a little longer.
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Wonderful writing! ‘I watch a smoking feather,’ ~ sigh ~ a lovely line … beyond visual.
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Thank you, Wendy!
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May the rising of the birds herald the rising of spring!
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Oh yes!
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a smoking feather… how lovely…
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Thank you, Rajani!
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“a smoking feather” provides such a wonderful image — I hope that the soaring and singing provide a certain relief from the dampness and cold. A very visual write, Kim! 🙂
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Thank you, Anmol. I returned from London yesterday, on a strong and icy wind, and was delighted to see daffodils and other flowers blooming in our garden. I hope the cold weather doesn’t kill them off – although the sun is shining this Monday morning!
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Uplifing and evocative Kim.. A pleasure to read…
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Thank you kindly, Scott.
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Oh this is absolutely gorgeous, Kim! 😀 There’s comfort in mundane at times .. I too am longing for Spring! ❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa! 🌷🌷🌷
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Very nicely done!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Do send your “sunshine and daffodils” my way. I’m ready to wave adios to winter (and Monday, too).
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Doing my best to waft some spring your way, Magaly!
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Yay!
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