his poem a bottle blue glass glittering in the sand washed up on sea swell salt and power ebb and crash on a distant beach buried in sediment until a girl’s bare foot stumbled upon a jewel hidden well among stones and shells its tattered label washed by the tide the message inside cryptic and secret spelled out his name
Kim M. Russell, 13th April 2023
Hosting the dVerse Poets Pub Poetics prompt this Tuesday is Grace, all the way from Ontario Province, Canada, where she discovered Canadian Ice Wine, a ‘dessert wine renowned for its intense flavours, rich bouquet and unsurpassed smoothness’. I also discovered Ice Wine, but in Austria, where it became one of the few kinds of alcohol that I am happy to drink and, like the Canadian variety, the bottle is very slim and narrow.
However, Grace’s prompt is not about wine but about bottles! I really like the poems she has given as examples and to inspire us to use the word bottle and its contents in our poems. What is brewing inside the bottle? Is there a message in a bottle, or a fantastic pirate ship? She says we can go real or surreal, and the poetry form is our choice. I am busy preparing for the launch of my pamphlet on Saturday, so I have reposted a poem I wrote for Sanaa’s Meet the Bar prompt back in April this year.
Love it… I love the message, and it reminds of of the Police singing.
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Thanks Björn
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love the sense of miles and drama and discovery between finder and sender
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Thank you, Laura!
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Lovely, Kim. We had similar thoughts. 🙂 I love the details, the girl’s bare foot finding it.
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I don’t know where that bare foot came from but I’m glad it’s there. Thank you!
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You’re welcome. Maybe like me, you see a scene in your head?
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Yes, I do. 🙂
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🙂
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Love the shaped poem Kim and the secret message inside.
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Thank you, Grace!
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PERFECT shape poem! Love it!
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Thanks Lill!
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This is absolutely stunning, Kim! 😍😍 I can picture the bottle buried in sediment. 💙💙
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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A bottle as a poem, or so it reads. I like the idea of the cryptic message that spells out his name inside the bottle. Aren’t we all writing cryptic messages and spelling out our names?❤️🙏🏼
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We are, Melissa!
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A beautiful scene… love the colors and the sounds… I could hear the waves. The alliterations you chose are wonderful!
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Thank you, Miriam.
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As mysterious as first love.
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It is. Thanks for reading and commenting Dora!
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The best sort of message. (K)
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🙂
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Very nice Kim!
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Cheers Dwight!
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I hope she could decipher his name. He may have become famoud, I have him as shipwrecked and had swam to a deserted island, then finally after years was rescued.
I searched on the word, “bottle” and since 2006 on this blog I’m using had it posted 25 different times
including the current poem
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This is a poem movies, stage plays and novels inspire! Enjoyed it immensely.
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Thank you Helen!
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I hadn’t noticed the shape of your poem until it was mentioned, and then I thought “This is even better than I originally thought!” Oh, but walking the beach with bare feet — Oh, I shudder at the thought.
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Thanks Marilyn! Once upon a time I walked barefoot pretty much everywhere, but now I have to wear shoes – and socks.
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People along our side of the coast bury their disposable BBQs, and then barefooted people burn their the feet. Ghastly behaviour.
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That seems to be happening every where.
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I love the cryptic and secret sense of this discovered message. It holds promise too.
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Thank you!
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Lovely Kim!
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Thank you, Kim!
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A message in the bottle leads me to magical place. Well done, Kim!
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Thank you, Colleen!
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You’re welcome.
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The vintage of the legend improves with time, seawater and a proper beach. How else could we have discovered poetry? Of course, that means stepping on the occasional portuguese manowar.
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