I wake at half past three, unsure whether to lie still and listen to the sounds of the outside world beginning to rouse, or get up, drink a mug of tea and go for a walk. I choose the latter. The tea steams while I pull on some warm clothes and boots. I take several sips to thaw me, my exhalations suspended in the air.
Opening the front door, I stride from porch to drive and up the road, my head back, looking up at the swirling, darting movements of stars in the street of the sky. Night walks, scattering poems that I try to catch as they fall, some through my fingers that land on dewy grass and tarmac, others cling to my frozen palms, ripe for writing. By the time I get back to my desk, they are clamouring to be written.
Kim M. Russell, 7th November 2022

Free image by Max Saeling on Unsplash
This week’s dVerse Poets Pub Prosery prompt has been chosen by Linda from a poem by e e cummings called ‘Tulips & Chimneys’, a title that endears itself to me as tulips are my favourite flowers and I am comforted by chimneys – we also have some very unusual ones around here. The line is: ‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems’.For Prosery, we write stories of 144 words or less (not including the title), which must have a beginning and an end, including the given poetry line. We may alter the punctuation but must use the line in its entirety without inserting any other words.
This just sounds lovely… to find poems from the sky like that. Only a poet can find them I think
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That’s true.
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What a lovely scene you have created Kim!
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🙂
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Kim, I love how you catch them! You know where to find them ❤
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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ooh a 3am poet collection. don’t do that very often.
really liked the poem
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Thanks Rog. This week I’ve had a chest infection so I haven’t been up at 3 am. Only a handful of poems this week.
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Love this one! And sometimes that is the way….walking alone…gazing at sky or stars or trees and ideas pop into your head…phrases, words, images…all itching to be put in a poem when one returns to desk or table. Love this use of the line!
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Thank you, Lill. Our big skies are full of stars usually, but currently it is overcast and rainy.
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The night sky can be a welcome sight, especially when it provides inspiration.
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Thank you Ken. We are very lucky to have a big Norfolk sky usually full of stars.
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A hungry poet wandering the hours of the wolf is fascinating. It is a creative and positive vibe you’ve attached to the prompt. But these days, a woman alone in a car at 3am is a target for mayhem; sadly.
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Thanks Glenn. Our little village is pretty safe – and I never have to walk too far before I find a poetry star.
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Luv how you split the prompt line.
Happy Monday.
Much💛love
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Thank you Gillena. It’s Tuesday morning here – happy Tuesday!
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Waste not a moment, KR. Write on. Please.
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Thanks Ron! It’s been a bit cloudy lately, so not many star poems. But there are still trees, rivers, the ocean and other places to find poetry. 🙂
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Love the conceit of poetry collected like falling stars!
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Thank you Dora!
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This is so beautifully written, Kim. Really lovely. I love the idea of catching those falling poetry stars. 💙
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Thank you Merril!
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You so cleverly used the line in your story Kim. Well done ☺️💕
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Thank you Chrisine!
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A wonderful way to gather inspiration. (K)
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Thank you Kerfe!
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A lovely rendering of Night as the muse that inspires. I have heeded that call at odd hours and know it well.
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The poets’ hour – a bit like the witching hour!
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It is amazing the way the night sky can become our muse for writing poetry! Well done, Kim!
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Thank you Dwight!
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You are welcome.
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Beautiful scene created here ❤
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Thank you!
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This line has produced a lot of poems at the limit of dreams. This is a lovely one.
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Thank you Jane. 🙂
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Walks, the night skies …. food for much inspiration. I enjoyed this Kim.
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Thank you, Helen.
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