Her dress of bombazine was wrapped
around her mottled body like a shroud,
her hair was winter-dark, a raven trapped
in the violent weir, so cold and loud.
She lived apart, contemptuous and proud,
believed to be a wanton witch, a lonely
wanderer on the heath, at one with cloud,
rain, moon and stars. She was the only
night dancer on the barrow, a comely
beauty craving freedom and desire.
Fragrant with gorse and deemed unholy,
she haunts the heath, pale face and raven hair.
Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2020

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: You want it darker
A big welcome to Lucy, our guest host for this Tuesday’s poetics. She says that October is one of the best times to celebrate the glory of dark themes and imagery in poetry, and gives us examples from Thomas Hardy’s ‘The Shadow on the Stone’ and Edgar Allan Poe’s ballad ‘To Ulalume’, both of which, as Lucy points out, explore grief and the idea of not wanting to look back.
Today we are writing ballads about the transient notion of life to death, or topics germane to the theme. Ballads typically consist of four-line quatrains with a rhyme scheme in either ABABBCBC form or another alternate of that form such as ABCB or ABAB – it’s up to us, along with how many stanzas we write.
I re-worked a poem I wrote back in 2016, about Eustacia Vye, a character in Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native.
I love how you describe her… I can actually see her, where she wanders the heaths.. she would scare me I think… darkly romantic.
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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I adore the character sketch, beyond what most would see. This part sticks with me:
night dancer on the barrow, a comely
beauty craving freedom and desire.
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Thanks so much, Grace.
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This is a beauty in itself, Kim. Or as the title pertains, a dark beauty indeed. My favorite lines were this:
“her hair was winter-dark, a raven trapped
in the violent weir, so cold and loud.”
Just the comparisons with the darkness of frost and winter, the raven, I love it so much. I also love how it connects with the character sketch, this is so intriguing especially when comparing the verses to the art. A very beautiful, mesmerizing poem. ❤ ❤
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Thank you for your kind words, Lucy. I love Hardy’s books, especially Return of the Native, and have always been intrigued by Eustacia Vye, her suicide, and the way her body was found in the weir. .
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Back then an independent woman was deemed a witch and ostracized. My heart goes out to her, this wraith who roams the heath. Beautiful ballad, Kim.
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Thank you, Lisa. Eustacia Vye is an interesting character – Hardy had foresight.
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You are welcome. Hardy, an author I hope to get to one day if he inspired you to write this.
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Beautiful, Kim, and unfortunately the fate of so many so-called ‘wanton women’ of Hardy’s time: who I suspect were women who knew their own minds but didn’t have the wealth and privilege to express that.
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Thank you, Ingrid. Even if they had the wealth, they often ended up locked away somewhere.
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Beautiful poetry Kim. She came alive with your words and I became her audience. I loved this line “Fragrant with gorse and deemed unholy,” Wonderful ☺️💕
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Thank you, Christine!
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It’s hard to be non-conformist. Your rhythm and rhyme are beautifully worked. I haven’t read any Hardy for ages – must put this one on my list.
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Thank you, Sarah. Yes, I’m going to be reading hardy again when I’ve got through my current pile!
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Eustacia Vye! Oh how I adored her during my college days when studying character sketches. This is exquisitely drawn 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa! 😉
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The Return of the Native was one of the books we studied for ‘A’ level. Eustacia Vye was some gal 🙂 And bombazine is a wonderful word!
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Picking up on that poem again has given me the itch to read Hardy all over again. 🙂
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I had a blitz on Hardy a few years ago. Re read every single one of them. I still like Return of the Native.
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Wonderful work, KR. I read the Hardy once — about half a century ago — and now I wanna go back and read it again. “She lived apart….” Yes, yes she did.
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🙂
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Excellent piece, Kim! “Fragrant with gorse and deemed unholy,” perfect line describing mindsets of yore.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome!
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I like that she is a wanderer one with clouds, rain, moon and stars. She sounds like a free spirit in a time period where it is unthinkable.
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It drove her to suicide. Like so many women of her time, she misunderstood and unaccepted.
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Magical! A haunting poem for the season 😊🎃
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Thank you, Sue!
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Your poem reminds me that there are many who live on the dark side of life just like your character here. Outcasts of society by the entitled few!
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Women especially were outcast, abused or put in asylums, just because they did not conform. So many sad stories.
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Indeed!
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Full of that gothic style and the genre’s (Hardy’s) impossible contradictions when it came to women – a witch who lives alone, yet is wanton and desirable but scary at the same time. Lovely crafting of this stylish ballad.
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Thank you, Peter. I like Hardy’s poetry but I adore his novels.
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Best to avoid the heath. ,, for sure! Well done!
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Thanks Bev!
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Kim I like your witching tail. It’s very engaging and has some wonderful imagery. Great Rating.
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Cheers Rob!
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We are all haunted by that woman I think. She has many names,but resides everywhere. (K)
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Yes.
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There’s something about her wandering the heath at night that gave me the shivers…
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I love that book!
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Kim, This just conjures up so many sensations of the raven-haired Eustacia on the heath, the barrow, the melancholia that is Thomas Hardy! You bring it all to life! 🙂
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Thank you, Dora!
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You’re most welcome! I really enjoyed it!
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Excellent Kim!
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Thank you, Linda!
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kaykuala
She lived apart, contemptuous and proud,
believed to be a wanton witch, a lonely
wanderer on the heath, at one with cloud,
rain, moon and stars. She was the only
It certainly creates a mysterious pic leading to the dark side. Great write Kim!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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Wahh Nice…
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Thank you!
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Welcome Dear
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