A rank of poplars, vertical in a horizontal
landscape, coruscate before they blend
into the leonine golden beige of land
coming to rest. So many different shades
on parade: sunlight gilds the roofs
with sumptuous shafts that fade
through pink and scarlet blushes,
purple, then indigo, and twilight rushes
into a moody half-light. Something haunts
the landscape with a whiff of mud
and grass and leaf. Twilight is a drug
that permeates skin and infiltrates blood
to guarantee that no two evenings
have the same kaleidoscopic dreamings.
Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2021
Avenue of Poplars at Sunset, 1884 by Vincent van Gogh, found on WikiArt.org
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #67: Liminal Space, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night Live
Rommy says that even before she knew there was a phrase for it, she loved the idea of liminal space: times and places where things are not strictly one thing or another. .For today’s prompt, she’d like us to dive into the idea of liminal space.
elegant ekphrasis, Kim ~
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Thank you, Michael. The poem came first, from the poplars that line my favourite walk just on the edge of our village. It was only when I’d written it that I remembered van Gogh’s picture. I had to search for it because I couldn’t remember its name.
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Nice thoughts in your ekphrasis poem
Happy Wednesday Kim
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much love…
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Thank you, Gillena, and a happy Wednesday to you!
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Physical, sensory, and emotional liminality, all perfectly blended and captured here. Awesome work!
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Thanks so much, Ron!
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Wonderful poem, Kim
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Thank you very much, Maz.
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twilight is a perfect image for this theme
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Thank you!
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Mmmm…the details are scrumptious. I could melt into this twilight.
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Thanks Rommy!
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It is always a pleasure to walk in the countryside. Your poem was beautiful to read.
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Thank you, Robin.
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Twilight is a drug indeed. (K)
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Beautifully evoked ❤
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Thank you!
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So beautiful, until something haunted there near twilight. It seemed a little sinister. Turn on the porch light!
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Thanks Bev!
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Poplar tree lane linings are beautiful, we wish they wouldn’t end. I liked your van Gogh find, I was not familiar with this one. He painted it in 1884, probably part of between1880 and 1884, while he had relocated to Brussels and began learning the skills he needed to become an artist. Between 1888 when he cut his ear off and then he left in 1890, he was at St. Rémy where his olive tree orchard and the sanitarium were, they bordered each other. He also killed himself in 1890. We were in St. Rémy for a week in 2006 and visited both. We did not go into he Sanitarium.
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This is good stuff. Excellent blend of enough difficult words for the curious mind to search, but not too many to scare someone away. Clever inter-sentence punctuation too. Look forward to reading more.
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Thank you so much, David. You’re always welcome back.
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“Leonine” — fantastic word choice!
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Thank you, Jenna!
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Such a lovely atmosphere in your poem!
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Thank you!
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Pretty colors and lovely rhyming and enjambment.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Lovely seeing you today!!
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Lovely to see you too, and I enjoyed your fun rendition of your poem!
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Forgot to add …. your poem is an awesome stream of consciousness.
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Thanks so much, Helen!
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So very sensual and colorful; it even works as a “blue” poem. I think most of us have written several “blue” poems. I hope your adventure turns out well. I’m missing you already.
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Thank you so much, Glenn. I will miss you too, and will drop by the Poets Pub from time to time to catch up, otherwise I will suffer from withdrawal. I know what you mean about the blueness of this poem. The mini adventures to Bronte country, Linidisfarne etc, in July and the Isle of Wight in September will give me plenty of material for poems when I return. I still have my jury service to do, as well as editing David’s book, and will be kept busy. David finishes work on 30th June, so I will have to get used to having him at home full-time – a new beginning for both of us.
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This is gorgeously worded, Kim 😀 I am swooning over “sunlight gilds the roofs with sumptuous shafts that fade through pink and scarlet blushes, purple, then indigo, and twilight rushes into a moody half-light.” 💝💝
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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You brought us to the rank of poplars at dusk. What a delightful visit!
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Thanks Bev! The poem was inspired by the poplars in our village.
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What a beautiful poem Kim!
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Thank you, Linda!
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that permeates skin and infiltrates blood
to guarantee that no two evenings
have the same kaleidoscopic dreamings.
Very true Kim! It makes it all the more interesting with a variety
Hank
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Thanks so much, Hank!
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Beautiful images in your poem. The ending is excellent!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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‘Twilight is a drug
that permeates skin and infiltrates blood’ – I love this! So atmospheric Kim, and beautifully painted!
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Thank you, Ingrid. We have a lovely avenue of poplars that leads to the village church. An evening walk inspired this poem.
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A bit like the avenues of cypress here: I love them!
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A little high from whiffing the twilight here, Kim! Good stuff! 💕
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😊
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I can feel those colors fading into the moody half-light. Nice find with the painting, as if it were a reverse ekphrasis.
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You should see the poplar-flanked road that inspired the poem. It’s a short walk from our house and the painting looks just likebit.
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…like it!
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KIm,
I like the way you describe colors in this poem. The ending is wonderful.
“Twilight is a drug
that permeates skin and infiltrates blood
to guarantee that no two evenings
have the same kaleidoscopic dreamings.”
Twilight is my favorite part of the day.
Be well,
Ali
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Thanks so much, Ali. Have a great weekend!
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I love thinking about liminal spaces, but I especially liked all the colors in this poem. Such beautiful images you created, and the van Gogh painting is perfect!
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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