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
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