Beneath a sky as clear as an icicle,
blasted nests sway in a bitter wind
that tugs at the coat of a girl on a bicycle,
wrestles her handlebars and steals her hat,
gives the bell a cheeky little tinkle,
and stings a face already chapped.
They say only the south wind flattens grass,
but winter galloped in with a Northerly chill,
to make earth hard as iron and sky hard as brass.*
Kim M. Russell, 1st December 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Travels in the Wild
Sarah is hosting Poetics this week with a choice of titles for our poems. She says she almost didn’t want to give us a context for them but, as they aren’t hers, she felt obliged to. I’m glad she did, as she has introduced me to a writer I would never have come across otherwise.
Sarah invites us to take lines and make them the titles of our poems. We can use them in our poems, or our poems may take us somewhere else entirely.
* Deuteronomy 28:23: “And thy heaven that is over thy head shall be brass, and the earth that is under thee shall be iron.”
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