I shiver in the empty white
field, watch as snowflakes melt on
my lashes, nibble frozen
stalks of grass, icy glass
against my chattering teeth.
They fall heavy in my hollow gut.
The sun’s long up,
milky drops through bulky clouds.
Crows throw stark shadows
in lacy branches that move with the hours until
the gate opens. Comfort arrives
with a sack of hay, pockets
of sugar lumps and windfall apples.
I wait a little longer to bestow
my whiskery muzzle
in a hopeful nuzzle.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
I’m hosting Tuesday Poetics over at the dVerse Poets Pub and today we’re talking animals. The prompt is based on a poem I found a poem by Delmore Schwartz, entitled ‘The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me’. What I love about this poem is the man-ness of the bear and the bear-ness of the man; the way the poem lumbers; and the acceptance of the fact that humans have bodily needs. It is a debate of our dual nature, which is why I have challenged the dVerse poets to write a poem, of any length or form, about an animal in a human way or a human in an animal way, highlighting some trait of the animal/human that either sets us apart or brings us together.
Excellent descriptions and I enjoyed having my empathy exercised.
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Hi Kim! Beautiful poem! You mentioned working with dVerse and yesterday they posted a challenge to write a Quadrille? I have never used this form and tried to find out the rules for writing this form but could find nothing. Do you know how to write one, if so, could you let me know? Thanks, Deborah
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Hello, Quadrille is a form invented by us at dVerse. The rules are very simple… The poem consists of 44 words exactly and has to include the given word (in any form)…
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A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title using the prompted word which yesterday was “rock”…it can be in any form as long as it is 44 words and includes the word “rock”. It is a form unique to dVerse. Hope this helps.
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Marvelous! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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I am shivering in the cold ~ Love the comfort of food:
Comfort arrives
with a sack of hay, pockets
of sugar lumps and windfall apples.
Take care Kim ~
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This is wonderful and I could not stop think of the little horse in the poem by Robert Frost…
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Being fed treats and feeling affection is something to look forward to. I like the description of the cold outdoors with the crow shadows.
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I love horses. I love this wonderful poem – the nuzzling, the sugar treat, the filling of the empty belly. It hits all the right notes of comfort and care.
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Thank you, Toni! I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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Yes we did. thank you!
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It’s the nibbling of the frozen grass that gets me. Good poem, Kim.
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Thank you, Jane.
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Wonderful imagery, Kim. I love the wooly coats of horses in winter pastures.
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I love horses and this is such a lovely poem, capturing his gentle spirit and the comfort he finds in being cared for xxx
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Thank you, Xenia! xxx
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Hi Kim! Your horse waxes lyrical as he takes in his surroundings whilst waiting for his treats. Love it!
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Thanks Viv!
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Lovely gentle words Kim and true comfort in sugar lumps and a friendly nuzzle.
Anna :o]
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Thank you Anna 🙂
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Equis reigns, and your poem hits all the right notes to illustrate your prompt. I think domestic horses do not grow longer fur because they have shelter & care. At first I thought the animal might be bovine, but horses are more fun; better totem spirits too.
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Beautiful descriptions, Kim. When I was young, I used to have fantasies of being a horse and running free in green meadows. Now, here in NV, we have challenges keeping our wild mustangs free. So sad.
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Thank you, Victoria. Sadly we have no wild horses here, although I did see some wild ponies in Ireland many years ago.
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A beautiful write about a beautiful animal… in all of their colors and sizes. But, dang! You write cold too well! My teeth were chattering before the close of the first stanza.
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Thank you so much, Charley.
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You are very welcome!
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What a great imagery Kim! And I love the beauty in the pic!
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Thank you!
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I love this, especially the idea that the person coming personifies comfort. I often wonder what animals think of us.
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Thank you, Sarah. While I was ill, my little cat, Mojo, was like a furry nurse, always at y side. While I was in hospital, she sat on the footstool in front of the armchair where I usually sit and waited for me to come home. She is constantly by my side!
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Picturing the horse see the branches moving with the hours is a sad image. Maybe because the prompt was about the connection between humans and animals and because you described the cold so bitingly, but I could not help but think of being left out in the frozen winter, helpless to help myself, depending only on the charity of others.
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Sadly, the poem kind of describes the relationship between me and my youngest sister. But I don’t think I’ll ever see her at the gate again.
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I’m sorry for your pain.
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Thank you.
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Your words are always marvellous!
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Such rich images, with a heartfelt tone. Beautifully written, Kim!
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Thank you, Frank.
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Nice i luv the nuzzle ending
much love…
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Than k you, Gillena. Now I’m back from the hospital I can do some serious catch-up reading and commenting.
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that is beautiful.. makes me wishful for pockets of sugar lumps now
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Thank you! I’m sorry I have only just read your kind comment but I’ve been in hospital.
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I love your poem. A little skiddish myself of horses, they are a strong, amazing animal. They seem to wait patiently in every type of season. I recall Jo March in Little Women saying, “I wish I were a horse!’ I hope you are feeling better and have a wonderful Christmas!
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Thank you so much, Mary! Seasons greetings!
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I really like this line: “Crows throw stark shadows”
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Thanks! 😊
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