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.
Oh— so sad… we usually wait until it’s really really safe until we take them out… right now we have vegetables waiting… this year it feels like we should grow more than usual.
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I’m actually being very careful and holding back, in the good advice of my daughter.
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Such seamless use of the words, Kim – and a tragedy all gardeners have felt! I love the subtle rhyme scheme, it gives an ethereal feel to the poem.
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Thanks Sarah!
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This is absolutely gorgeous Kim. We chose some of the same names! I love the flow of this.
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Thank you, Linda!
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Vibrant tale, Kim, so alive, even in the sorrow of when “blue fire smeared
the glint of ice on roof and blossom.” Blue fire is a great way to describe it and it is a nasty little rascal.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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Morning ice gnomes finally vacated last week, and we planted our tomatoes. My wife eats them like candy when ripe. She has six towers of them. Your piece does flow smoothly, and all five terms seem seamless.
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Thanks Glenn! Homegrown tomatoes always taste best. When we lived in Ireland, mine never turned red, so I made green tomato chutney.
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I read something the other day about never planting out before the end of May as there’s always a cold snap about mid-may. My greenhouse is getting a little crowded, but it’s a better alternative to plants getting frost bitten.
Love your inclusion of Persephone, but wasn’t it her mother Demeter who was goddess of growth and harvest?
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I haven’t even started yet. The poem was inspired by my daughter, who has been unbelievably busy in her garden. She bought a little greenhouse form Aldi, which is fantastic and I was devastated when they sold out. I’m still at the preparation stage, weeding and making space for grow bags and a smell greenhouse when I can find the right one.
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Nice line: “spring fever dropped to winter chill” I hope the garden makes it through this spring.
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Thanks Frank!
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Kim that was exquisite! So beautifully crafted and I’m thinking that those words flowed as if they were channeled. 🙂💕
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Thank you so much, Christine!
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I loved this rich rooted poem. This past weekend it felt like winter. There were snow flurries here.
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We were lucky, we seem to have got the tail end of it.
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This is one all gardeners can relate to. I like the way you started the third stanza with, “and I knew it must be done.” It made me think about knowing when it is time to move or or let go.
Thanks for sharing your words.
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Thank you, Ali, for reading and commenting.
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I luv the planting and the growing and the blossoming, so sad about the blue fire ending
Happy Tuesday
Much💙love
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Thank you, Gillena, Much love to you!
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Mythology is perfect for the delicate balance of planting. (K)
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Thanks Kerfe.
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Oh this is so poetically magic Kim, you’ve outdone yourself with words and garden!
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You’ve made my morning with your lovely comment, Kate!
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my pleasure, it was such a joy to read!
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Beautiful usage of the words and wow what an impact!
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Thank you, Vandarma!
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kaykuala
Great flow of thoughts, Kim! It goes nicely with an ending that is somewhat sad, but you managed it very well!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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