Aurora flamed across the golden
acre, begging me to dig
and till the soil, plant seeds tender
and true, until I felt beholden.
Persephone had done her magic,
sewn the landscape up with flowers,
sprinkled rain among the sunshine,
birthed earthly, aerial and aquatic
and I knew it must be done.
Pots of seedlings were safely planted
and growing on the windowsill, so
I moved them out, into the sun.
Early one morning, blue fire smeared
the glint of ice on roof and blossom,
spring fever dropped to winter chill
and left behind it trails of tears.
Kim M. Russell, 12th May 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Purple Patch
Sarah is hosting this Tuesday’s Poetics with a prompt inspired by her vegetable patch, which should not have been – until the pandemic changed everything.
Sarah would have liked to have lingered over seed catalogues, especially for the names. She says that she pictures the ‘original gardeners – broad-fingered men in corduroy trousers, no-nonsense women in wellies – and think they must have had some romance buried deep in their gardening souls, only waiting to blossom’. I felt the same way reading my grandfather’s gardening books and almanacs!
Sarah would like us to plant her poetry patch by choosing a few vegetable names from the list she has provided, tossing them in the rich soil of our imaginations, and then see what comes up.
I chose Trail of Tears, Golden Acre, Blue fire, Aurora and Tender and True.