Late Spring is a Wild Revolution

with its carpets of bluebells
and cowslips;

gorse pods popping,
pinecones dropping;

an overexuberance of May blossom
blooming with burgeoning butterflies:

brimstones, holly blues,
and pearl-bordered fritillaries.

How soon it is over,
giving way to heat

and brighter flowers,
an exhausting psychedelia.

Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2026

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It’s Thursday and Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub, where Grace is our host.

As I was away for Björn’s Meeting the Bar last week, I thought I’d write a list poem; as he wrote, “The use of lists in poetry can be a very powerful tool. Not just as poems themselves but maybe even more as a tool to start when your creativity is low. It may be a way to create descriptions for abstract objects or to expand a metaphor. A list can also work as a metaphor, or it can be a list of negations.”

I agree that creating a list is often a good way to gather inspiration.

42 thoughts on “Late Spring is a Wild Revolution”

  1. “Exhausting psychedelia Awesome line to close the poem, we are still in that exponential blooming stage here in the Northwest, but already getting peeks at 80+ degree days here and there. Just a matter of time before the heat. I loved all your gorgeous imagery in this, well done!🩵

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  2. This is stunning, Kim! 😍 I resonate with; “an overexuberance of May blossom blooming with burgeoning butterflies.” ❤️❤️

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  11. The only thing I miss from my years of whiney wine & winsome roses is the several occasion of eating psychedelic mushrooms: such plush fevered whimsy to this vernal poem which, I doubt, required anything out of a baggie at 3 AM. In Florida that revolution occured between 8 and 10:30 AM on a Tuesday back in mid-April. Now the summer steam iron presses us flat. Cheers!

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    1. Never used Mushrooms, and current professin would roundly proscribe, but I have been intrigued by a couple of recent cinematic representations in recent years in “My Old Ass,” (good trip) and “Hokem” (Bad Trip)

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  14. I love the listing of flowers and butterflies, and the fabulous sounds in the poem, as well.

    “an overexuberance of May blossom
    blooming with burgeoning butterflies:”

    Such a sensory image. I can see and almost smell it. 🌸

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  16. I too missed Björn’s list prompt so also went with that…

    Loved your blooming list, Kim,

    “gorse pods popping,
    pinecones dropping”

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  19. The first two on your list drew me in Kim. Fond memories! I have a visit to London scheduled for London in October. Of course the pretty flowers will be gone by then but I will have Autumn 🥰 I need to touch base again as it’s been a while.

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