Waiting for Rain

As I walk among the willows,
following the dried-up brook,
I stumble on its hidden hollows,
pebble beds and twisting roots,
and brittle leaves crunch underfoot.

Autumn leaves, a beetles feast,
release a sweet scent of decay:
pollen, dust and shrivelled weeds
waiting for the autumn rain
to come and flush them out again.

Kim M. Russell, 24th November 2018

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My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Quintain

Grace was our host this Thursday and she wanted us explore the quintain, sometimes called a quintet, which is a poem or stanza with five lines. She said that It can follow any meter or line length and well-known examples are the limerick and the cinquain.

Grace acquainted us with the English and the 16th century Spanish quintain, also known as quintilla.  These poems follow a rhyme scheme, but the pattern depends on the style.

Our challenge was to write a stanza or more of either English or Spanish Quintain. My poem consisting of two English quintains is a little belated as I have been spending some time with my grandson and my daughter on her birthday.

29 thoughts on “Waiting for Rain”

    1. Thank you so much Merril – we had a great time and I really didn’t want to come home but now I’m back I’m happy – it took me hours to get home due to a rail strike and signal failure. I’m going back again in December. 😉

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      1. Sorry about the long day traveling home, but I’m glad you had a great time. We had family here for Thanksgiving, and this year my husband didn’t have to pick people up, so that was nice for him.

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      2. I watched a film with Ellen and Steve last night that I would never have watched otherwise and thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s gentle British humour with Rob Brydon and a few other familiar actors called ‘Swmming with Men’. I haven’t laughed so much in ages.

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    1. Thank you Grace. I had a wonderful time with my family. Lucas isn’t quite nine months old and is crawling everywhere, eating solids, drinking out of a baby cup that he holds himself and waving when you say ‘wave’! He is not only pulling himself onto his feet but has started to push a little wooden walker with bricks in it. I can’t wait to go back on 9th December!

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