Homecoming

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.

45 thoughts on “Homecoming”

  6. 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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