My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – 8
I can’t believe I just sat down with a bowl of fruit and yogurt and wrote this in one go – in exactly 44 words!
I can still
feel the thrill
of running in
my friends
turning
at both ends
me jumping
in time
to their singing –
never
all those years ago
in the playground
of a South London school
could I imagine
my own garden
with deer
skipping
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image of children skipping found on Pinterest; image of deer skipping is my own
writing in north norfolk 
Such a wonderful history going from one skipping to next… love it.
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Thanks, Bjorn. I haven’t got round to reading any of the other poems yet as my daughter sent me the script of her wedding ceremony to proofread! There’s a great choice of poems for the readings (Edward Monkton, Leo Marks and Simon Armitage). I will be reading two of my own poems at the celebrations afterwards. I just hope I will be fully recovered from my chest infection and speaking and laughing, amongst other things, make me cough.
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Oh I’m sure you will do well….
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🙂
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How wonderful, Kim! What an honor for her, to hear your beautiful poems on such an important day. Wishing them all happiness!
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Thank you, De. I’ll pass your best wishes on when I speak to her later today. 😊
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Beautiful! I often have trouble reading poems in a ‘rhythm’, but not with this one. You said a lot in just 44 words. Love it.
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Thank you for your kind comment. I tried to get a kind of skipping rhythm 🙂
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I would love to see a deer skipping in the garden ~ Hope you are well and coping with all the family obligations ~ Take care ~
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Thank you, Grace 😊
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I love this skip through the years. Great take!
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Thanks, De! I’ll be interested to see what the prompt is on dVerse this evening . It isn’t accessible to me until about eight thirty British time.
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A deer skipping in the garden! What a delightful image! The skipping rope…not such a pretty image for me. I ended all my efforts tangled up in rope.
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Me too, with leg welts!
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I have seen deer strolling, leaping, running, grazing, sleeping…never skipping! Lots of joy to your daughter and I know you will do a wonderful job reading. Somehow, love makes it all come out right.
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Thank you so much for your kind words 😊
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The deer that venture into our yard is so used to me sitting out at night on my back steps, they ignore me. I like that.
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😊
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Joyful skips.. animals
iN sPrinG oF liFe
SinGs Summer
Breeze through
faLL WiNter
BRings
skiP Of
SpRinG aGaiN..
frisKy dancE
iN eYes
oF heArt..
yes sPiRit
yes SonG
oF SoUL liGhts UP!..:)
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😁
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:)..:)
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We are blessed to have a close connection to nature, you and I–I have to walk a block to the river to see the deer (but the skunks and raccoons have made it into the yard.)
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Now there are two things I have never had in my garden, skunks and raccoons! I’ve just read North of Here, in which the natural environment of the Arondiracks is described in some detail. I’ve seen America’s wonderful landscapes on nature programmes and it must be awesome in real life.
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There is so much beauty everywhere when we take the time to notice, heh?
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I love the momentum!
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