We walk along the blustery beach,
embraced by towering arms of rock
laced with white foam cuffs.
Falling sheer to shore, sombre cliffs,
banded with distorted strata
of basalt, rusty iron, brown and buff,
are broken by moss-cloaked boulders,
moist with silver sea mist and rain,
and crowned with gnarled oak,
wind-blasted, salt-stunted limbs leaning
towards the waves, haunted by loud
grey gulls wheeling in and out of cloud.
Kim M. Russell, 21st October 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret: Alcohol Inks Part II
Margaret has brought us the last of the Alcohol Inks she found at an exhibit of local talent in the Blue Ridge Mountain town of Boone, NC, which she has permission to use. She invites us to interpret the images in any way we please and has included the artist titles below each image for a frame of reference. We may select as many as we wish to inspire our original poems.
writing in north norfolk 
You really draw us into the painting and the sights and feelings of being by the seashore – wonderful
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Thanks Jae.
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I love the sense of season in this… the sea is not the soft summer one, but one to be feared yet admired… a sea that may take, but which tempts us with its movements of grey and autumn.
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One of the delight of living close to the sea is seeing it in all seasons and especially when there is wild weather. How well your poem illustrates this Kim. I thoroughly enjoyed your poem.
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Thank you, Robin.
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Splendid – love the contrast of strong cliffs and misty rain… A gorgeous write – I was there with you!
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Thank you, Margaret!
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I have never lived close to the sea Kim, but your poem makes me wish I had. You paint such beautiful imagery.
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Thank you, Linda. I’d like to experience your desert, but without the heat. It never really gets hot here.
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Wow. I can’t imagine!
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This is fabulous..Love all the descriptive details you placed in it. I can hears, see, smell, and feel it. Amazing!
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Thank you, Susie!
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Love the language of this poem, Kim. It sounded and felt like the ocean.
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Thank you, Sara!
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A tale of Mom Nature’s majestic power and size. I like it. Reading here and then looking at the artwork I could not help but think of her smaller, more intricate creations as well. Of course the pebbles and stones pictured but also living creatures and bees and gentle flowers butterflies.
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Thank you, I agree, Jim, I prefer the holistic view, but sometimes we have to break it down into parts to explore it in more detail.
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