How many brass lamps must be burnished
before my wish is granted? Not even
the golden lamps of autumn are furnished
with a genie to do my bidding. And heaven
has so many stars on which I’ve wished,
all silver, like the moon, which gave me seven
lines that rhyme, and this poem can be finished.
Kim M. Russell, 8th November 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Just One Word: Burnished
Marian has given us the word today – and it’s ‘burnished’. Here’s a whimsical septet.