The riverbank beavers a hustle and bustle once spring is underway. A wagtailing wind tugs the last of the catkins throughout the month of May. Warblers and dippers fly over rivers that surge and swell with rain ‘til the sun otters out with a spiral of sparkles – the river’s alive again. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2023

Image by Ray Harrington on Unsplash
It’s Tuesday and at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s Poetics with Sarah, who wants us to have some fun with verbing, in particular animal nouns that have become verbs, such as ‘haring, ‘ferreting’ and ‘rabbiting’.
Sarah says that she’s not not sure how these words became verbs – I think David Crystal or Michael Rosen might have an idea – and she observes that they are often verb phrases and little hidden metaphors – part of the poetry of everyday language. I agree that they’re rather lovely and am glad that she wants us to play with them.
We can take one of these well-established verbs, as Peg Duthie did with ‘rabbiting’ in her poem ‘Decorating a Cake While Listening to Tennis’ and Floyd Skloot with ‘larking’ in the poem ‘Handspun’ – both of which are delightful. Sarah has provided a list, from which we can choose one or more and incorporate them into a poem.
Or we can verb animals of our choice.
I tried a bit of both.
What a lovely picture of an otter.😍 You’ve used the animals as verbs flawlessly.
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Thanks Melissa!
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‘til the sun otters out
with a spiral of sparkles –— sheer bliss! Absolutely adore this delightful word artistry, Kim!
🩶🙏🩶
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Thanks so much. I’m opening up the bar for Sarah this evening as she’s been delayed.
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Thanks for hosting! 🙏
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This is gorgeously rendered, Kim 😍 I especially admire; “Warblers and dippers fly over rivers that surge and swell with rain.” 💖💖💖
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Thank you, Sanaa! I love playing with words.
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I love the wagtailing wind! This is absolutely delightful! 😊
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I’m happy you like it!
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Last stanza is my favourite 🙂
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Thanks Jane! It’s mine too. The only problem when I read this poem back to myself after I posted it was that I was doing it to the tune/rhythm of ‘All of a sudden a lump of bread pudding came flying through the air’! 🙂
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love wagtailing wind. really enjoyed
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Thanks Rog!
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LOVE this, Kim! Most especially the wagtailing wind and the sun ottering out!
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Thank you, Lill!
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“The riverbank beavers
a hustle and bustle ”
Bravo!!!
Thanks for dropping by my blog today Kim
Much💖love
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Thanks Gillena and much love!
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Oh, yeah; NAILED!
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Thanks Ron!
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Marvellous play with words, 💛 this! 🤗
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Thank you!
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Wonderful wagtailing write, Kim!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Such a light touch, Kim! It’s brimful of joy and spring. I particularly love the wagtailing wind, but the whole thing is gorgeous.
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THank you so much, Sarah, you’ve made my morning!
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I really enjoy that second stanza with a wagtailing wind tugging the catkins. Really lovely.
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Thank you Maria!
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Like a breath of fresh air, I love both the established verbing and the invented…
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Thank you kindly!
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Your words are the otter’s delight in water. Gorgeous poem Kim.
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Thank you, Brendan!
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Sounds like our house, Kim, I like. Only different wildlife, mostly rabbits, all few squirrels, an occasional alligator, and all kinds of migratory birds from Mexico or farther south. Our sun often appears around 10:00 in the morning, wetness comes in from the Gulf of Mexico.
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Alligators! Nothing like that here, Jim. Our wildlife is small and safe.
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A great poem Kim. I like the river ottering out!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Such a welcome sight! (K)
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I am very lucky to live near lots of water and the wildlife around here is spectacular.
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You gave me a glimpse of otter-space in this poem. How very lovely, Kim. Thanks for the fun. xoxo
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Thank you for your kind comment, Selma!
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Always a pleasure to read your words.
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Thank you, Selma!
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you!
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Lovely! 🥰
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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