The ocean sings a melancholy tune
with its infinite whispers of tide and moon.
Whiskey coloured waves wash and tumble sand,
where fishermen haul in, hand over hand,
a net of jelly fish and tangled mermaid tails,
shark fins and teeth, up to the whale-
backed dunes, where the season gives russet hair
a haughty flick and throws dead leaves into the air.
Trees bare branches to a huge coastal sky;
behind the grey, the simmering sun’s eye
closes its heavy lid, a wink to cold weather
in the bottom of the net with the bones of winter.
Kim M. Russell, 2017

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH!
Kerry offers a single image prompt and the challenge is wide open.
Also linked to the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night on 10th October 2024.
A poem such as this with its jaunty rhythm and rhyme takes a lot of work. Your descriptive writing is always a pleasure to read.
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Thank you, Kerry. I started it yesterday and left it for a while. When I came back to it early this morning, it seemed to write itself!
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My goodness the imagery here is absolutely stunning! Beautiful work done, Kim! 😀
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!😊
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All encompassing piece. The rhythm is fabulous as is the breadth of subject matter covered. The life of a fisherman in full.
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Thank you, Paul. I’m off for a walk but looking forward to some more reading later in. 🚢
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WoW just wow
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Thank you so much, Jane.
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I really love this, the rhythm are like those heavy waves… as well as that useless catch… I feel the weight of winter falling.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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I had forgotten this, what a wonderful response to that image (and I feel that season too)
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Thank you, Björn!
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Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Many thanks Dorna!
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You do a great work of capturing the image but also lending it some new life with your great description! Thanks for posting and viva la!
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Thanks Izy! Viva la!
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I can feel the waves, the energy… beautiful
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Thank you, Susie!
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This is so potent and lulling and magesterial and brutal. A whiff of cold winter sea. Love it.
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Thanks Brendan, I’m delighted you like it.
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The idea of the sun winking with a heavy lid to cold weather- you put it perfectly!
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Thank you, Viv! Wink!
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I so enjoyed my second reading of your gorgeous poem, Kim! 😍😍
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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The imagery, the rhythm are in such sync with one another, one hardly knows where the tide rolls in and the words begin.
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Thank you so much, Dora. I’m so glad you read it that way.
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My pleasure, Kim.
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Anything with a whiff of ocean…I love it. Kim, this evokes the sea in winter so beautifully.
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Thanks so much, Punam!
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My pleasure, Kim.
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Glorious, Kim. Such wonderful rhythm and flow like the sea and stunning imagery. I love how the “bones of winter” are caught in the net.
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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For me this is a beautiful tribute, so eloquently expressed, yet so real and vivid.
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Thank you, Ain. I hope you are OK.
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I love the images in your poem, Kim!
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Thank you kindly, Nolcha!
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Winterbones. Great closing image, Kim. Thanks
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Thank you, Ron!
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This is the sea as only one who has wintered with it can sense — brutal, heavy, cold, a maul of the sea’s ugly plenty (shark’s teeth, mermaid tails) where one would hope for tastier, brighter harvest. The present tiding toward winter beholds a sun that “closes its heavy lid, a wink to cold weather / in the bottom of the net with the bones of winter.” Killer last lines, Kim.
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Thanks so much, Brendan!
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“a net of jelly fish and tangled mermaid tails,
shark fins and teeth, up to the whale-” -resonant with Under Milkwood, Kim…
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Thank you, Andrew, for such an amazing comment, I love Dylan Thomas, especially Under Milkwood.
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Splendid, I really love the ocean “with its infinite whispers of tide and moon.
Whiskey coloured waves wash and tumble sand,” and “behind the grey, the simmering sun’s eye
closes its heavy lid, a wink to cold weather
in the bottom of the net with the bones of winter.”
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Thanks so much, Melissa!
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A great opening to the poem and those whiskey coloured waves certainly carry pieces of the ocean from another time and place.
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Thank you so much, Truedessa!
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Great sounds. Fun to read aloud.
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Thank you, Maria!
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Really is lovely, I can feel the winter’s darkness and that last line lingers.
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Thank you kindly, Dianne!
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winter is indeed a time of bones – lovely ending to your fishing, which netted so much imagery
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Thank you, Laura.
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In my mind, absolutely one of your best! “Whiskey waves” and “mermaid tails” and the absolute sassiness of weather in this season as you write
“where the season gives russet hair
a haughty flick and throws dead leaves into the air.”
And then that heavy lidded wink! And the illustration you’ve used for the poem (or did you see the illustration and write the poem?). It is all fabulous! I do hope you’ll read it at dVerse LIVE on Saturday! Truly, one of my favorites of yours!
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Thank you so much, Lill! High praise indeed!I will be there.
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what a gem!!! tysm for sharing … as this is one NOT to be missed. ❤
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Thank you so much, Ren!
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Love the rhythm in this, and that final line!
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Thank you, Jane! x
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ah. I very much miss Kerry and Real Toads. thanks for this ~
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I miss them too, Michael.
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