We were new to the North Norfolk coast
and couldn’t agree what we loved the most:
the flatness of the landscape,
the drama of the clouds,
the wind so loud,
the skies so wide and flaming
with gorgeous sunsets
and expansive star-filled nights.
In the charcoal-shadowed garden,
listening to the sea beyond the dunes,
I pointed out the constellations,
unobscured by light pollution,
pulsing mythological tunes.
Mounds of gritty sand ground underfoot
on the slope of the cart gap –
and then we stood on top,
scanning the dot-to-dot
of lights from fishing boats
and distant rigs.
We lay on our backs,
hand in hand in the sand,
gazing into the onyx sky,
hardly believing our eyes
when it crackled and shifted:
Aurora Borealis bathed the sea
with a spectral shimmer,
glimpsed for the first time by you and me.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Aurora over Happisburgh lighthouse: image found on www.bbc.co.uk1024 × 576Search by image
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: first things first
This week, Kelly is our host. She’s back for a visit to the pub after a while of being away from poetry, writing and blogging. She has told us about visiting Maine with her husband and her parents – a first for all of them, as well as another first for Kelly’s mother, who had never seen the ocean. Kelly says it was a memory to cherish and they certainly seem to have had a wonderful time. For this week’s Poetics, Kelly has asked us to write a poem about a first: one that meant something incredible to us or one we have yet to check off that list.
I have taken the haibun I wrote for dVerse Poets on Monday 5th September about our move from London up to the North Norfolk coast when Ellen was eleven going on twelve, and reworked it into a poem.
What a beautiful word-picture you’ve painted for us… I especially love the dot-to-dot imagery, and the crackled and shifted. I could see it.
And what a wonderful first to remember, my son was quite young the first time we saw the aurora borealis, and I will always remember that night as well.
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Thank you, Kelly, for your kind comments.
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Clever transposition of haibun to verse–reinforcing the poetic worth & value of good prose, where poetics may emerge intact with some line breaks & visual changes. This works very well for you, and we are treated to a new perspective.
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Thank you, Glenn – I do my best to recycle everything!
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I do remember the haibun, but this works even better.. I really love how the aurora borealis surprised you laying there… wonderful
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Thank you, Björn ! How was the Paul Simon gig?
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What a heavenly delight that would be ~ In my lifetime, this would be in my bucket list:
gazing into the onyx sky,
hardly believing our eyes
when it crackled and shifted:
Aurora Borealis bathed the sea
with a spectral shimmer,
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We had a red alert for the Northern Lights yesterday but it was too cloudy 😦
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Absolutely lovely, per usual. Brava.
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Thank you!
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I’ve already told you that England is on my bucket list. If/when it happens, can I contact you for travel advice? Sure, I’ll visit London, but I really want to see those country places…my reading has me there now. :0)
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I’m not sure how good I’d be as a travel agent, Victoria! But I have some favourite places I think you’d like. We had a Northern Lights ‘red alert’ yesterday across the whole of the UK but I didn’t see them – I think it was too overcast.
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Beautiful poem–and memory.
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Thank you, Merril!
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Oh how I wish I was there now. Lovely poem.
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Thank you!
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I remember the haibun and this works even better as a poem :o)
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Thank you! I’m so pleased you remember the haibun!
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This is glorious. You create it so well, I am transported. Those big East Anglian skies are something else, aren’t they?
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They’re overclouded today – a huge sheet of grey!
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How gorgeous, Kim. I felt like I was there you write so descriptively. A beautiful poem/memory
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Thank you, Jane! 🌹
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This laps along like waves, and I am lulled.
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Thank you, De. It’s healthy to be lulled 😊
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Beautiful. Passionate. Brilliant!
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😊
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I love your last line!
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Thank you!
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Seeing the Aurora Borealis is something a person never forgets. It’s magical.
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That is so true ;:)
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The scene sounds so magical, especially when I imagine those fishing boats sparkling across the sea…but the Aurora Borealis , wow, that was definitely the grand finale!
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It was the end of March so it was still quite chilly. Ellen didn’t know what the Northern Lights were and I had to explain them. We’d both like to see them again but I think she wants to do that with her husband now…
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