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’.
writing in north norfolk 
Oh… geese, that would be wonderful to see them returning. No such sunshine here yet…
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There have been so many geese lately. Every time I go for a walk I hear them first and then such a wonderful sight!
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Such a great sound – you capture that lift of the heart you get when you see them!
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Thanks Sarah! I’ve heard and seen so many lately.
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OH, those skeins, and spring scrawled. So pleasing to the ear. Wonderful, Kim.
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Thank you De!
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cannot wait to hear the sound of geese. winter would be on the wain.
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I just hope it’s not a false promise.
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A beautiful poem of hope. I love that last line. Each day we are a little closer…
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Thank you Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful, Kim! I love the word “skein.” You know how much I love seeing the geese–though some stay all year here. I’ll be waiting for the babies in the spring.
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Thank you Merril! I agree about the word ‘skein’. I don’t even have to see the geese, just the sounds they make get me excited. 😉
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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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If I were a goose I would fly to your park, Merril. 🙂
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💙
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I love the sound of geese returning! Love the imagery in this, Kim.
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Thank you Candy!
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Very noisy poem 😊 enjoyed this promise of your Spring to come.
Much❤love
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Thank you Gillena! Much love to you too.
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How could I not like this? And we used the same theme too.
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Thanks Jane. I haven’t read yours yet but am about to get reading and commenting this morning.
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Loving the imagery here, Kim. Most especially that last line.
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Thank you Lill!
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These migrations are, surely, one of nature’s, wonders all right!
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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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Of yes, yes please, bring us spring.
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It’s coming!
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❤️
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I love the geese returning early… spring is on the way. My daffodils are pushing through the leaves already!
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Thanks Dwight! We have lots of snowdrop and daffodil shoots in our garden already. I’m looking forward to some colour in the garden.
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It won’t be long now!
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I love the promises we can find in the sky.
Your ending couplet was a hopeful vision.
“a promise of spring scrawled in the sky.”
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Thank you,Ali!
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It’s a little too soon for me, but I do look forward to my 1st geese sighting of the coming spring.
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A wonderful description of the vista. 🙂
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Thank you Kitty!
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You are welcome, Kim. 🙂
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Kim, this poem is so beautiful. 🙏🏻
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Thank you so much Colleen!
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The imagery is vivid and evocative, painting a picture of the geese flying in the sky, and the rhythm of the poem mimics the beat of the wings of the geese. Genius!
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Thank ou so much, Jay. I’m just about to continue reading and commenting this morning.
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