A splash of bluebells floods
the shadow tumbled woods,
newly soaked with morning scented rain
glittering in the early sunshine.
Gun-metal sky and silver-
bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river,
granting a watery wish
for crisp chromatic colours, fresh
and spring clean.
Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2018
My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #57 – rain
I’m hosting over at dVerse Poets Pub today, the second Monday of the month when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words. I chose the word ‘rain’. Come and join us in writing rain-drenched poems!
writing in north norfolk 
I love the strong colors here… in summer the rain makes the color become stronger… in late autumn the rain dulls the color.
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That is so true, Bjorn. 😉
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This is incredible.
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Than kyou so much, Shawna.
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I await that splash and that: crisp chromatic colours, fresh
and spring clean. Thanks for hosting Q Kim ~
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Thank you, Grace.
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So fresh and…blue!
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Thank you, Jane!
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Lovely rain poem.
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Thank you kindly!
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You’re welcome Kim.
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A wonderful quadrille Kim, I love those ‘bluebell rivers’ in the woods :o) xxx
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Thank you, Xenia! At the moment we have a different kind of blue in our garden – forget-me-nots! 🙂 xxx
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The rain’s scent as well as the colours of nature come through in your lovely poem.
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Thank you, Jo-Anne!
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Such vivid colours! Love this bit :”…Gun-metal sky and silver-bellied clouds…”
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Thank you, Viv!
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Bluebells are so evocative and you capture them well here. Particularly like them as the image of a stream. Perfect!
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Thank you, Paul!
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Those flowers rain a flood of blue.
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Bluebell River!!! I could drown there 🙂 Your use of alliteration made this feel playful and child-like.
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Thank you, Jill!
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Beautiful write to go with that stunning photo.
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Thank you, Linda.
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This was a delight to walk through… senses aroused. I came away drenched.
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Thanks Charley!
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You are welcome.
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Such wonderful, vivid and vibrant imagery in this, Kim!💜 Love the “Gun-metal sky and silver-bellied clouds.” Beautifully executed.💜
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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You describe ‘rain-soaked’ incredibly well – it feels like I can smell the rain!
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Ah, thank you, Jo!
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I like the splash of bluebells in the opening. It’s going to rain flowers!
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“granting a watery wish for crisp chromatic colours,” I forget that, the fragrant refreshing of rain. It is a perfect opening prompt for the week. I need the rain. Thanks,
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Love your cleansing rain! “…crisp chromatic colours, fresh and spring clean.” Wonderful
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Thanks Dwight!
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I love the picture here and rain does make the colors rich and deep.
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Love the liquid bluebells that flow throughout; and the silver bellied clouds.
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Thank you!
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Descriptive and refreshing. You make rain feel wonderful.
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Thank you, Mish!
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kaykuala
bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river,
granting a watery wish
The blessings of a benevolent river in a clean-up endevour!
Hank
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bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river… love that image…
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Thanks Rajani.
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How beautiful your poem, and the image you have selected.
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Thank you, Annell!
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Let the bluebells ring, singing in the rain! Love your poem and prompt, Kim 🙂
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🌂😊
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Love the dance of colour and water, Kim
much love…
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Thanks Gillena. 🌂😊
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LOVE “Gun-metal sky and silver-
bellied clouds” especially.
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Thank you, De.
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Lovely words and lovely photo Kim!!
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Bluebells, bluets, forget-me-nots, iris…all the incredible blue flowers have joined together in your poem. “bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river,”. I love this line!
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Thank you, Toni!
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Beautiful Kim, and I can smell that morning scented rain and see all those colors washed clean.
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Thank you so much, Merril. 😉
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Your words are lovely in this poem. I love the ‘splash of bluebells’ and ‘bluebell river’.
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Thank you, Janice.
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The image and sound of “crisp chromatic colours” is just so lovely and faithful to nature. It inspires me to paint the wet forest scene.
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Thank you, Amaya – I’d love to see that.
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A much welcomed flood of soothing colours. For a moment I forgot all about the tropical torment from our stuffy air and fiery weather. An exquisite and captivating write, Kim.
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Thank you, Colin!
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Love the poem! Great job!
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Thank you so much!
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