I trill in notes of birdsong
I laugh in springs and streams
I bark with dogs and muntjacs
join owl and fox with screams
sometimes I breathe in purrs
sometimes I growl with rage
when my pen clots with feral blood
as it wrestles on the page
but when it flows, it’s a crashing wave
an ocean filled with songs
and mesmerised by its music
I write in tongues
Kim M. Russell, 2018

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Transformations
On the fourth day of NaPoWriMo, Brendan says that ‘the richness of poetry is that its tapestry keeps unwinding, revealing new worlds and fresh visions’. He also tells us about the Milesians’ leading poet’s invocation, which is known as The Song of Amergin, and shared a translation of it. He says that the sixth century AD Welsh poet Taleissin picked up Amergin’s singing robe in the sixth century Book of Taleissin and, ages later Walt Whitman wove and wore it in Leaves of Grass, as in “I Hear America Singing”, which Brendan has also shared.
Brendan’s challenge, is to write a poem about the vantages available to us: how many selves sing for us; which poetic selves we have found useful; and how they helped or taught us about writing poetry. He wants us to show him the panoply or use one persona to introduce him to the whole.
This is brilliant. Wonderful imagery.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful!❤️ I love the contrast “sometimes I breathe in purrs/sometimes I growl with rage” ..which is the beauty of writing and sharing poetry! 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa! my head is whirling from a busy and and so many prompts – it’s hard to keep up! 🙂
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I love this, a wonderful description of writing poetry. I especially like “it’s a crashing wave, an ocean filled with songs”
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Thank you!
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I love the rhythm of these lines, Kim. How they bounce along at a merry pace and build anticipation around these awesome lines:
when my pen clots with feral blood
as it wrestles on the page
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Thank you, Kerry.
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I love this… the clot of feral blood and that end… so many voices we have, so many tongues. Maybe it’s when writing in anger we write the best poetry.
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Hmmm, we have a lot in common, it seems. 🙂
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🙂
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“Tongues,” how apropos! Perfect response to the challenge. The embodiment of your moods in nature is pure ink.
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Thank you, Brendan.
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That’s the way of the muses, sometimes torrid sometimes tame. A lovely poem Kim.
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena. I’m taking part in so many NaPoWriMo and other prompts that I’ve got behind with my reading, comments, and everything else! Much love to you!
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You are in your ‘elements’ here Kim 😉
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I think you’re right, Paul! 🙂
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GLORIOUS! A wonderful rush of words and images.
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Thank you so much, Sherry! I’m never sure if I’m over or underdoing it with a poem. I’m always delighted when I get this kind of response. 🙂
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I love the clot of feral blood at the end. Let’s us know there is wildness behind the calm. Wonderful words.
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Thanks Toni!
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to sing the songs of the many, the few, and of course, to have the wisdom to just embrace them all – this is the true strength of the creative – the poet! well done Kim ~ lovely word play and diving into the different aspects of self – all of one and yet never quite the sum total, which is the beauty of the unknown, and of course, possibilities!
🍃Pat
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Thank you so much, Pat!
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Excellent, Kim. I love the moment when it suddenly all starts to flow so powerfully. Love it when you can just give into inspiration like that.
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Thank you, Sarah. I’ve had to stop for the day – I can’t keep up!
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I loved the range of all those voices, from blythe trill to throaty howl.
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Thanks Rommy!
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Groovy. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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🙂
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I really enjoyed this, Kim. The flow is lovely, as is the meter. Writing in tongues….very clever. I read the prompt…and it didn’t make any sense to me, maybe cos I’m so tired. But I did like this!
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Thank you, Viv! I kind of lost it after a busy morning and afternoon, so I gave up for the evening and met up with a friend. Now I’m busy catching up with reading and commenting!
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Good for you! I have a back-log here too, and I’m totally out of sync. By the way – how are your book votespecial coming along? Kindly send me the link again…I need to finish it.
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JOE AND NELLY A World War Two Ghost Story – Free Story by Kim Russell
11 year old Joe returns to wartime London, where ghostly Nelly helps him survive material loss, bombs and a dad missing in action
INKITT.COM
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Thank you!
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Love the rhyme, rhythm and imagery in this one, Kim!
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Thank you, Frank!
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What a perfect way to describe writing poetry. I love this. And oh how especially I love this.
“sometimes I growl with rage
when my pen clots with feral blood
as it wrestles on the page”
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Thank you, Susie!
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This is great, I especially love the rhythm. Nice break with that last sentence!
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Thank you, Dave!
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Very abstract and fun! Following!
Also, I thought you might be interested in participating in this quick writing challenge! I’ll be promoting the blogs of anyone who participates!
https://themomsomnia.wordpress.com/2018/05/09/quote-writing-challenge-all-welcome/
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Thank you Julia. I’ll take a look !
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The way this flows is so satisfying to read to oneself and out loud. It’s the kind of poetry that inspires others to write. 🙂
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Thank you so much for such a kind comment. 🙂
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