One autumn morning,
when I came down,
the autumn sky
was wearing a frown.
A myriad of clouds
had wrinkled its brow
into an expression
of not quite sorrow –
nevertheless,
the blue was furrowed –
waiting for the sun to turn it to gold.
Kim M. Russell, 21st September 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: The sky’s the limit (in 44 words)
De is our bartender for this week’s Quadrille and the word is ‘sky’.
writing in north norfolk 
This is absolutely exquisite! I love the sky with it’s expressions 🙂 it’s feels as though it’s trying to communicate with us in a silent but familiar language. ❤️
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its* sorry typo
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Thank you, Sanaa! 😉
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You’re most welcome! 😀
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I feel that with a sky like that there is nor unlikely for rain to follow… love how you describe it as wearing a frown.
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Thanks Bjorn.
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Very beautiful, and hopefully as time passes, the sun will indeed turn it into gold. Better days ahead. ❤
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Thank you, Lucy! 😉
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I love the subtle rhyme in this, Kim. And that “expression/of not quite sorrow” is just wonderful.
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Thanks De!
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I love the image of the sky with a wrinkled frown, and its ‘expression/of not quite sorrow.’ I’m sure the sun is just around the corner 😊
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Thank you, Ingrid. 🙂
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LOVE the idea of those cloud ridges being the sky’s furrowed brow – a wrinkled frown. Perfect! And the illustration is the icing on your words! 🙂
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Thank you, Lill! I managed to get my camera and take a few shots before the clouds dispersed. 🙂
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Those last two lines are precious, the furrowed brow waiting for the sun to turn it to gold. I like the rhyming you used as well.
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Thank you, Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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That mackerel sky is intriguing. It makes me think so much of the sea. Bringing a change. We can hope for gold.
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We’ve had a lot of mackerel skies here in Norfolk lately. I like them.
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All clouds have their beauty, but I like the orderliness of mackerels.
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Me too.
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I love the blue was furrowed and the wrinkled brow! Such wonderful descriptions, Kim. And the photo is perfect.
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Thank you, Merril.
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That is indeed a “rumpled” sky! Let’s hope the sun broke through!
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I believe it did, Bev!
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Even a questionable sky can hold beauty, as your poem does.
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Thank you, Ken.
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Lovely, your sky is alive with expression
Much💜love
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Thanks and much love to you, Gillena.
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This is something I need to share with my fellow writers here at dVerse. I so enjoy reading the work that you create and post, and am genuinely honored to be embraced as a part of this community of poets. May we all find healing in these challenging times. And as a true aquarian love child, and also a proud flower child of the 60’s, who truly believed then we would some day change the world to be a better place for all, and still believes that we might yet do it — I wish each of you peace, health, and love. Write on!
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And the same to you, Rob. I enjoy your pieces and your virtual companionship.
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Lovely photo and the verse its sweet complement.
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Thanks so much, Peter.
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I love the turn from wearing a frown to something hopeful: waiting for the sun to turn it to gold.
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The way things are going, that’s how we’ll be feeling in the UK over the coming weeks.
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This is amazing!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Those clouds do seem to wear a wrinkle or two. Wonderfully poetic!
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Thank you, Truedessa!
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Amazing personification!
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Thank you, Jenna!
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There is so much beauty all around us yet we think only of money and greed. The sky in particular is like a continuous changing picture dancing in front of our eyes.
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So true, Robin.
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You described the sky’s mood aptly, KIm, and your not quite rhyme fits with not quite sorrow.
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I’m so glad you noticed that, Lynn.
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Like water..definitely alive. (K)
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That’s what I thought when I looked up that morning, Kerfe.
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Nicely captured KR, both poetically and photographically. You da one.
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Thank you, Ron. I’m pleased you like it.
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Such personality your sky has… loved the photo
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Thank you kindly!
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lol a colourful treasure hunt for sure … love it!
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Thanks kate!
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A beautiful description of that photograph Kim. I love that the sky was frowning ☺️
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Thanks Christine.😊
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I love the rhythm and pace of this, Kim. It feels simple and inclusive and imaginative as an unfettered child, curious and joyful in the world.
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Thank you, Victoria.
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We’ve had so many of these beautiful cloud formations as well. And you have given them such a lovely description. Frown indeed. Wonderful, Kim!
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Thank you, Dale!
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🙂
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