Emboldened by unseasonal sunshine,
above rivers, fens and brine,
pink-footed, barnacle, greylag and snow,
Brent and Canada, see how they flow
into skeins, and the beat of their wings 
honking and cackling as they pass by - 
a promise of spring scrawled in the sky.

Kim M. Russell, 9th January 2023

Free image by Barth Bailey on Unsplash

Today is Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, and De is barkeeping with her favourite of all the dVerse prompts, when we write poems of exactly 44 words, including one word provided by our host.

De tells us that she chooses a word each year to define the days ahead and, this year, two words have wooed her, one of which is ‘bold’. She asks us to read her examples of use of the word and then ‘boldly go and embrace the bold poet within’.


42 thoughts on “Unseasonal

      1. You’re welcome, Kim.
        You should have been in the park with me today–lots of geese and lots of geese sounds! I really like it though in winter nights when I’m inside, and I hear them flying over.

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    1. I love birds and it’s amazing how many of them are around at the moment. I hope they are still in our garden when I take part in the RSPB’s Big Garden Watch on 27th January.


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