What a welcome home,
greeted by fields ablaze
with magical lemon rapeseed
flowers; by roadsides singing
with choirs of golden garlic
mustard, their tiny torches burning;
the shiny butter of celandine
and pale lemon-drop cowslips,
once shy, but now filling
every patch of grass!
Kim M. Russell 29th April 2024
Image of cowslips by Tina Sāra on Unsplash
It’s Monday, at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s Quadrille #200 with Mish, our host, and today our 44-word poem must contain the word ‘blaze’or a derivative.
Mish says that, when she chose the word, “the obvious image came to mind of a massive, uncontrollable inferno, a raging forest fire relentlessly consuming acres of precious trees, or an even deadlier scenario. However, the word offers us other options” such as the balmy, blazing sun warming our skin or the stunning yellow forsythias that blaze across the city in early spring. She mentions handy markers called blazes that keep hikers on the right path, a blaze of publicity, a blaze of fury and guns blazing, as well as the white stripe or blaze running down a horse’s forehead. She has also shared an interesting use of the word in a poem by James Wright.
Oh, I look forward to all that bloom… not quite here yet….but they have promised it will finally be warm here… SPRING is coming.
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It’s here!
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Love the yellow streak in your Q! A sensory delight, Kim.
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Thank you, Punam!
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My pleasure.
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wonderful way to describe the blossoms as “tiny torches burning”
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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I was so intrigued by each flower and the way you made them come alive with song and colour. Very lovely, Kim!
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Thanks so much, Mish!
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Such gorgeous detail…especially
“with choirs of golden garlic
mustard”…..your use of shades of lemon is enticing. Loved this one, Kim!
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Thanks so much, Lill!
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So happy and yellow! “fields ablaze
with magical lemon rapeseed
flowers; by roadsides singing
with choirs of golden garlic
mustard, their tiny torches burning;
the shiny butter of celandine
and pale lemon-drop cowslips,” Sheer gorgeousness!💛
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Thank you, Melissa. It really is beautiful around here.
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we have the same here i cycle past it on my way to work it’ stunning
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A Kaleidescope of spring to greet you! Wonderful
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Thank you, Frank!
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That’s a lot of natural blaze!
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It really hit me as we approached home, Maria!
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This poem was ablaze with wonderful descriptive words. Nicely done poem.
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Thank you, Maria!
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Spring is such a beautiful time of the year. Your poem expresses it beautifully, Kim.
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Thanks so much, Dwight.
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You captured the magic of this springtime view.
“with magical lemon rapeseed
flowers; by roadsides singing
with choirs of golden garlic
mustard, their tiny torches burning”
Stunning.
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Thank you, Ali. It’s a lovely time to be out and about.
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Luv luv this
“choirs of golden garlic”
Thanks for dropping by my blog
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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Gorgeous, Kim. You’ve brought them to life in such vivid full color.
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Thank you, De!
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A welcome anyone would embrace, Kim. A lovely quadrille!!
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Thank you, Helen!
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Your opening line had me! Beautifully illustrative in all its glory!
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Thank you, Carol!
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What a beautiful scene, Kim. I do love spring.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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What a homecoming indeed! Lovely quadrille, Kim.
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Thanks Dora!
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Kim, I love your imagery! Truly a delightful poem ~ I really enjoyed this!
~David
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Thank you, David!
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What a beautiful poetic bouquet! This is really lovely, Kim. 🙂
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Thank you, Nicole. That is really what it was like coming home on Sunday.
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Your imagery is breath-taking, Kim. I have never seen a cowslip – at least, not in person.
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Thank you, Sara.
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Reaching into your heaping bag of words, you sowed just the right blooms for spring. Clever Gardener.
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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