There’s blossom on the trees and the urgent hum of bees drifts on a gentle breeze that’s tickling my knees. The blackbird stopped his song, he thinks he got it wrong; he’s been silent for so long his voice is not so strong. But as the blossoms fall and bees begin to crawl, the blackbird […]
Tag: Blackbird
Muted Blackbird
Quintessence of fluting blackbird’s gone; at sunrise, golden-beaked jet-black throats no longer sing, though summer’s in full swing. Kim M. Russell, 15th July 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Tricube – also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry Marian is back in the Garden this weekend with Fussy Little […]
Song Dream
Awaking from a dream, I rush to fix and frame the fading memory in a poetic form with, maybe, rhyme. At my desk, I am distracted by the morning garden and the wizened apple tree, where a blackbird’s song is snatched by the breeze. Kim M. Russell, 2017
writing in north norfolk 