November starlings blacken hedges,
strip scarlet berries, dip in sedges,
weave through layers of stubble and thistle,
a whirring cloud of clockwork birds.
A sudden burst of warble and whistle
lodges like stone in my arid throat
and leaves me scrabbling for words.
Kim M. Russell, 2017

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Get Listed: November Edition
Angie says that, a few years ago, she stumbled upon a gem of a book by Sandford Lyne: Writing Poetry from the Inside Out: Finding Your Voice Through the Craft of Poetry, in which there is a poem sketching technique which she thinks gives wide enough girth for both birthing and growing poems.
For this Get Listed edition. Angie asks us to choose one of the word groups (using all 4 words) that she has listed, being mindful to choose the word list that fits the best with our mood/theme/personality of our unique poem on the topic of our choice in a brief creation of under 100 words.
I have chosen: November, layers, stone, throat
the starling murmuration sounds like running water over stones – flows just like these luscious lines
“dip in sedges,
weave through layers of stubble and thistle,
a whirring cloud of clockwork birds”
-that last adjective is outstanding!
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Thank you, Laura!
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Really nice, Kim. That stone in the throat is hard to avoid. Love this.
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Thank you kindly, Marian!
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If i could whistle, i would for you. poets who can rhyme seamlessly always amaze me. I appreciate all the slick s’s and w’s in your sing-song poem of starlings and stones. Great choice of verbs throughout to really move your words, as if in a burst of air, just like the birds. bravo. Thanks for participating.
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You are very kind, Angie, and thanks for the great prompt!
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This is absolutely stunning!💞 You had me at “November starlings blacken hedges, strip scarlet berries” ..*swooon*💞
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Thank you so much, Sanaa. I’m having trouble keeping up with reading – there are so many wonderful poems and I want to comment on them all.
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Same for me! FlightMinistries.com
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Thank you!
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Oh Kim. Here I was this morning thinking of poems, starlings, and clouds. And you have written a more beautiful poem than I could have dreamed.
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Thank you, lovely Toni! I’ve just read your November poem and it’s a stunner!
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Everything old will be worn out and buds of new beginnings will be sown.
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Such Marvelous-Thrilling scene. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Thanks Dorna!
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I feel so thirusty after reading this. Excellent imagery.
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Thirsty. ..typo!
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Thanks Viv!
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It is hard to know what to say when we look upon nature. Starlings travel in clouds of wings and movement. We see that dance more in the spring where I live than in the fall. Lovely writing…It makes me want to step outside and see what the sky would speak to me today.
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Thanks Susie!
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What a delight it was to read this poem. What inspiration we can always find in the natural world…even with common starlings!
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Thank you!
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A visual poetry treat ~~~~
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Thank you, Helen!
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This poem is wonderfully atmospheric – so in keeping with the bleakness of November. i love the motif of the murmuration of starlings.
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Thank you, Kerry! I love November and have been observing the movement of various birds. There is always something going on in the skies over North Norfolk, particularly around dusk.
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