Winter sun slants low,
cold but golden.
Shadows overflow
field edges, ditches
and hedges, while
dusty light glows
in the windows
of the ancient church
and on the walls of the old barn,
amber as the eyes of an owl.
Kim M. Russell, 30th January 2020

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: The music of alliteration, assonance, and consonance
This week Björn is our host for Meeting the Bar, and he has reminded us about how to use alliteration and explored the musical qualities you get when you use it well.
Today Björn would like us to try using different types of assonance and consonance in any poem of our choice, listen to how it sounds, and see how we can enhance the connection between the letters we use and the meaning of our poems. Although he advises us not to overdo it – a few cases within the poem is enough.
Excellent piece!
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Thank you, Lucy!
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I am not really qualified to comment on technique but reading your poem does something to my heart, takes me back to a cherished time perhaps, a time when I too remember the slant of that winter sun, and each of your stanzas are micro poetry on its own to me.
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Thank you so much, Gina. Your comment has made my day!
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I am not really qualified to comment on technique but reading your poem does something to my heart, takes me back to a cherished time perhaps, a time when I too remember the slant of that winter sun, and each of your stanzas are micro poetry on its own to me.
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I followed that light carefully through your words, Kim. Perfect. 🙂
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Thank you, Viv! 😀
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😊
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Winter sun is so sought after 🙂 It felt good to follow it in your words Kim 🙂
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Thank you! 😀
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Well done Kim. I like the repeated line ending sounds.
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Thank w, Dwight.
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I like the thought of the light glowing in the window.
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Thank you, Frank.
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Shadows overflow
field edges, ditches
and hedges, while
dusty light glows
Beautiful depiction of the Winter sun, about the only warmth against the cold surroundings, Kim!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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I’m with Gina. Your poems always transport me to happy serenity.
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Thank you, Bev.
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I can see the gold and amber of that certain time of day, in winter.
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😊
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I thought you would ace this prompt Kim. this was so subtly well done. Slipping in the sounds to give the poem just the right atmosphere.
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Thank you, Björn, for such a lovely comment.
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Nicely done. I particularly like the phrase “cold but golden.”
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Thanks!
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Beautiful imagery
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Thank you so much!
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I will be over later!
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Sure
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Just the beautiful sounds in the first stanza is a poem. I love, cold and golden.
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Thank you, Sara.
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