jumbles of fens fields and dunes
keep the sea at bay
twisted trees bound with thirsty roots
keep floods away
in fading autumn light hedgerows exhale
mist to cool the day
and in the morning clouds scud and burst
with windy swirls of rain
Kim M. Russell, 4th November 2019
My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Keep
I’m hosting over at the dVerse bar today and the word is ‘keep’.
writing in north norfolk 
This is a lovely painting of words Kim specially the fading autumn light and morning clouds. Thanks for hosting.
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Thank you, Grace.
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This is such a wonderful image of a windswept shoreline… love the way it keeps the sand against the storms.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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I love all the imagery made real by your words Kim.
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Thank you so much, Linda!
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I read the third stanza and thought, ‘ooo, this is my favourite’, and then I read the next stanza and you blew me away all over again with the imagery. Fantastic.
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Ah, thank you kindly, Carol. Your words mean a lot to me.
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I just sighed. Lovely depiction of a storm-tossed coastline – and I like the way the shape of the poem echoes the waves rolling in.
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Thank you, Sarah – and I’m so pleased you noticed the shape!
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Lovely depiction of windswept coast line and the fens. It love the way the rain rolls in.
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Thank you, Toni. That’s just what it’s like here.
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Graphic, yet lyrical; many great lines, already mentioned; terrific sense of place.
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Thanks Glenn.
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Nature at its finest along the water. I love that painting!
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Thank you, Jade.
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You’re welcome.
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Such a gorgeous title, Kim, and vivid images. Wonderful.
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Thank you, De.
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such a delightful depiction of your area, inspired!
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I do love where I live, Kate! You might say I’m biased. 🙂
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and you have every right to be Kim, it looks lovely 🙂
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This should be the opening speech at a climate change conference-just to focus everyone’s mind and remind them of the beauty of nature.
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If only the’t let me!
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💪🏽
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Flowing, like all the various waters. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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Your poetry always captures me, Kim, and takes me to beautiful places.
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That’s so kind of you, Bev. 🙂
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Like the way you painted the imagery of the scene with words. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much!
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this is super! my favorite is the third stanza.
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Thank you, Candy!
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Great atmosphere and sense of place in this Kim. It is wonderfully reinforced by the beautiful painting!
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Thank you, Rob. Seago is a well-known East Anglian artist.
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I can feel the wind and I find comfort knowing that nature has some barriers to keep the storms away.
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we need those barriers along our coast – it’s crumbling away.
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Great lines all the way through on this one Kim. I liked:
twisted trees bound with thirsty roots
keep floods away
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Thank you, Dwight!
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love the images here. i am by the shore of a sunless sea myself now, the waves keep talking
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Thank you, Eric. The sea , whether sun-blessed or sunless, is a great source of inspiration.
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Jumbled, twisting, faded, such an embodying experience.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome.
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Such a vivid picture your words paint. I can nearly smell that salt tang of the sea. 🙂
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Thank! 😊
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Each line is a powerful image! Well done and beautiful!
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Thank you so much! 😊
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Excellent. Pointing. Truedessa and RedCat, of course, both make aware of the opposite view, and when finding symbols, there always is a question of seeing it from an angle. Your metaphors are lovely, though. And we all know; anxiety is it. And, Jesus knows. When being alarmed and feeling for protection turns to badness, though, one is in control.
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Nice sound building up to the last two lines describing the morning rain.
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Cheers Frank!
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… as for “morning clouds scud” – gosh, do they ever! Very atmospheric, Kim.
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Thank you, Misky.
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Lovely, Kim. I like the way you describe this place–a coastline, a space between land and water, and then the season–autumn leading to winter–the place between sea and sky–all these in-between places yet whole within themselves, too.
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Thank you, Merril. I’ve learnt a lot about sea and sky, and the place in between, since I’ve lived here. We seem to experience the seasons more intensely, especially after moving here from the city.
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Yes, I can imagine you do.
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wonderful picture
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Thanks Sabio!
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Evocative imagery that places me on the shore–just in time for the storm rolling in!
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Thanks Frank!
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😇
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