She raises the pink peonies, cool,
damp leaves and petals a balm
to her industrious fingers. Those dual-
headed, blowsy globes grasped in her palm
exude a fruity wisp of sweetness
that makes her life much easier to bear.
No customers notice the neatness
of her blouse, the pretty headscarf that she wears
to cover the cuts and bruises of her husband’s violence.
She inhales and sighs, feels the brimming of a tear
as the gentle blooms remind her of romance,
but also foreshadow the wreath on her funeral bier.
Kim M. Russell, 9th May, 2024

Young Woman with Peonies by Frédéric Bazille, 1870
An ekphrastic poem written for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night, for which our host, the lovely Lillian, has given us an image by Frédéric Bazille.
Also linked to Sherry’s prompt, ‘This is no time to make things pretty’ at What’s Going On? on 21st May 2025. I’m linking up an old ekphrastic poem.
Oh my, Kim. This really became a narrative poem that literally took my breath away. I highlighted these words as I thought they were so light, whimsical….”blowsy globes” and then WHAM – the story unfolds. An excellent story to the painting!
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High praise indeed! Thank you, LIll!
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when particular women always dress very conservatively, this thought of their potentially being physically abused always crosses my mind…
~David
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Kim, your wizened eyes see all <3
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😎
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Perfect poetic description of one of my favorites – the Peony. And then, the dark side of life. Well done, Kim.
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Thanks Helen!
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You have captured something deep beyond the flowery peonies. The sadness is in her eyes. A story poem that reminds us there is pain beyond the flowery baskets of life. sigh
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Thank you, Truedessa. The sadness in her eyes was the first thing I noticed.
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A wonderful poem, Kim. She does not seem to look very happy. You described her well!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome.
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Your poem captures what the scars hidden, so often behind beauty .
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Thank you, Dianne.
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so much going on behind the flower seller’s proffered hand – the contrast of romance versus abuse is stark Kim
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Thank you, Laura.
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A lovely narrative poem, Kim! I especially admire this part; “Those dual-headed, blowsy globes grasped in her palm exude a fruity wisp of sweetness that makes her life much easier to bear.” 💖💖💖
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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You’re most welcome! xx
PS: April was hectic, but I am back with a poem for Oln 😉
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Glad to see you back, Sanaa!
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You really turned this poem to the dark side Kim…
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Thank you, Andrew.
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This poem is stunning!
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Thank you, Colleen!
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You’re so welcome, Kim.
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Though the turn is heartbreaking, you have written a beautiful ekphrastic, Kim. Her eyes are sad and you captured it so well.
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Thank you, Punam, It was her eyes that I noticed first.
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So sad, Kim, especially when she is the beautiful bloom who should be cherished. A tough, powerful write~
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Thank you, Jennifer.
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You brought her to life in an entirely unexpected way, Kim, breathtaking in its stark and violent truth. I really appreciate how you also blended in the softness (petal as a balm, blooms reminiscent of romance), highlighting how complex and contradictory a life can be.
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Thank you, Kim, for such close reading and detailed comment.
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Oh, this is so sad, Kim. Very compelling.
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Thanks so much, Robbie.
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My pleasure
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Lovely ekphrasis Kim, delicately fragrant with a hint of cold in the scent.
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Cheers Brendan!
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LOVED hearing you read this aloud today!!! Thanks so much for being at dVerse LIVE!
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Thank you for being the perfect hostess, Lill!
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~~ a treat spending time with you today!!!
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And with you, Helen!
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What a beautiful description of the picture. And the counterpoint at the end of the poem is good – even if it’s sad.
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Thank you!
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Morbid and yet you’ve given us a glimpse into her mind and imbued your words with delicateness and femininity.
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Thank you, Melissa.
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It’s difficult to hide darkness even with the aid of pretty things. The poem is really heartbreaking.
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Thank you, Sumana.
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This poem leaves me with a gulp. Indeed flowers for very different occasions. Seems she has a dread of what might happen…..It must be awful to live with such fear!
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I hope it wasn’t too upsetting, Mary.
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Wow! The beauty and fragrance of the peony draws the reader in, then wham! The back story of the woman, wearing signs of domestic violence, has such impact. I’m glad the blooms bring her comfort. Poignant, her musing on romance gone so badly wrong, and the thought of her funeral bier.
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Thank you for reading closely, Sherry.
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“to cover the cuts and bruises of her husband’s violence”
The clothes cover the evidence, and the scent and touch of flowers relieve her emotions for a minute. You set up the last line beautifully, and it doesn’t make things pretty. Not at all.
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Thank you, Susan.
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fruity wisp of sweetness
that makes her life much easier to bear.
sigh, such sadness in her eyes and your verse….a bit of pretty in her life even if brief…
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Ooooh…did not expect that turn from pretty flowers to abuse… a powerful poem, Kim. Glad you wrote it.
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I’m glad you liked it, Rajani.
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How much a picture conveys – the internal world and (the largely uncaring) outside world – Jae
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Sad ending for a terrifying existence. The artwork is a perfect match.
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Thank you, Sara.
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