Between deep gorges water flows:
springs that glint over moss and lichen
or energetic streams that tumble,
shifting and grinding
over rocks and boulders.
Between deep gorges water flows,
fizzing with minerals and petrichor,
full to the brim with April showers,
springs that glint over moss and lichen.
In summer months, watercourses
dry where water plantain grows,
no energetic cascades that tumble,
but an ice blue trickle of flowers
pushes gently through wilting grass,
no more shifting and grinding:
a silken ribbon becomes a gushing
and then a sky-coloured cascade
over rocks and boulders
and bursts like spring thunderclouds
haemorrhaging rainbows;
between deep gorges water flows.
Kim M. Russell, 2nd April 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Cascade
Amaya is hosting at the pub tonight with ‘cascade’. She tells us about an unofficial initiation when she was at college, in which groups of students would head to a narrow gorge known as Cascade Canyon, to complete the ‘ABC’ rite of passage, after jumping off Adrenalin Falls and Baker’s Bridge.
Amaya has shared the poem ‘Woman and Child’ by Judith Beveridge, a lovely source of inspiration for tonight’s prompt,in which Amaya asks us to incorporate the word ‘cascade’ in a poem. We may reflect on its metaphysical properties and what it means in life, or write a shape poem showing us a picture of a cascade. A bonus challenge is to write a cascade form poem with however many stanzas we choose.
I really love the different parts of the spring and summer in your cascade… and that glorious end with a rainbow. We went similar ways with our river poems here.
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Thank you Bjorn. Great minds think alike!
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There was so much momentum in this, accompanied by an array of polychromatic light. Very lovely, Kim!
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Ah, I wondered how you extended the cascade! Great stuff, Kim, that last stanza is amazing. I love the haemorrhaging rainbows – great image, as if the light gives the water life.
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Thank you, Sarah! I’m off to bed now but I’ll be back in the morning to read and comment. Night!
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This made me want to see that river. Wonderful images, Kim!
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Thank you, Merril!
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Your poem and Bjorn’s make perfect bookends. I, too, like the /hemorrhaging rainbows/. You use Sarah’s form masterfully.
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Cheers Glenn!
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Kudos to the extended cascade form. What a magical sight this river is Kim. I specially love:
bursts like spring thunderclouds
haemorrhaging rainbows;
between deep gorges water flows
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Thank you, Grace.
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This is wonderful Kim, it flowed like the water in the gorge…
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Thank you, Rob.
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Loved this line “haemorrhaging rainbows.” What a lovely cascade of words.
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Thank you!
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A lovely gentle flowing (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. 🙂
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I loved going on that full circle journey with the water.
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Glad you could come with me!
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Love this poem. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Julie.
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The rhythm is like the river meeting obstacles, slowing then picking up speed again.
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😊
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Beautifully written, Kim! I especially like the fizzing in the 3rd, my favorite, stanza.
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Nice line: “full to the brim with April showers,” Visual display days later of those showers.
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Thanks Frank.
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