Three o’clock finds me up early,
unsettled by hoots, shivery calls and a swirly
glittering dome of stars in obsidian sky.
Pale clouds wisp across fathomless dark
and an owl magically curves an arc,
low and slow, before it lands on the bark
of an ancient tree. And then there’s me,
face pressed against cold glass to see
what I can see.
uncanny balloon
floating in daybreak’s ether
super blue moon
Kim M. Russell, 31st August 2023
Image by Erik Karits on Unsplash
It’s the last Thursday of the month and Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub. For the second morning this week I have been woken in the early hours by the moon so, taking Monday’s haibun theme, I have written a poem-haibun about it.
writing in north norfolk 
This sounds so magical, to see both an owl and the such a moon at the same time. Wonderful.
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I’m delighted the owls are back, Björn. They disappeared over the summer – or perhaps the leaves muffled their voices.
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What a beautiful night you witnessed here… glittering stars in an obsidian sky under a blue moon… if only the night’s visitors would let you sleep! I really enjoy your line breaks… strong!
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Many thanks, Miriam. The moon has woken me several times this week. I am glad the owls are back, though.
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Beautiful birds. I rarely get to see them over here… but they make me smile – sometimes I get to hear them.
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Balloon moon.🎈Love the “swirly glittering dome of stars”
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Oh, I love this one so much, Kim. So beautifully descriptive, and what a magical sight!
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Thank you, Merril. I enjoyed writing it. I think it’s the Carol Ann Duffy course having an effect on me.
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You’re welcome, Kim.
I’m glad you’re enjoying the course!
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Haibunilicious work KR Thanks. 4:20 AM outside the bathroom window this morning: a couple dozen of the biggest crows on the side lawn, no doubt worm hunting (or conspiring to attack & kill me 1st chance they get).
Great work. Thanks
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Cheers Ron!
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Wonderful haibun. I really obsidian sky great imagery. 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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Really beautiful, Kim!
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Thank you!
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The moon woke me last night too. Owls are a good companion to such a night. (K)
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I find it reassuring to hear them hoot and screech in the garden.
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I saw it early morning too – what a magical sight it was. Love the sounds at night, with magical sky: hoots, shivery calls and a swirly
glittering dome of stars in obsidian sky.
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Thank you, Grace.
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Whimsical wordplay, sounded rhythmically like spellcasting. Brava!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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Very nicely done, Kim.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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I love the moon and the owl at 3:00 am. Perfect synchronicity.
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Thank you so much! We are very lucky to have trees in our garden, where owls and other birds visit.
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Captivating Kim! 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Thank you, Rob. 🙂
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Kim – This poem brings back to me all those moments when, waking at some unearthly hour, we experience, with no-one else to share it with, some moment of magic – Thanks for sharing yours…
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Thank you, Andrew. White rabbits and pinch, punch the first day of the month – and autumn.
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So perfectly rendered, Kim! ❤
Much love,
David
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Thank you, David! 🙂
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We had the same experience 🙂 I wonder if it was the moon? The tawny owls had been quiet for a while, when it was very hot, but there were lots of barn owls instead. Last night was a fiesta of tawnies all of a sudden, in that bright moonlight.
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I think we live in similar countryside, too far from a town to scare off the wildlife and open enough to enjoy the night sky. 🙂
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Yes, possibly. The whole département is rural with only a few small towns. We’re 45kms away from the ‘big city’ of around 32,000 pop. There’s plenty of space for wildlife, but there are middle aged men with guns who stop us being over-run (heavy irony).
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I feel that was me, face pressed against the glass to see what I could see. The moon draws us, I leave my blinds open.
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😊
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Love the rhyming here, Kim, a pleasure to read. Jim
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Cheers Jim!
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Love all the effortless rhyme in your poem, Kim! Not least the atmosphere you have woven for us. My favourite lines:
“Pale clouds wisp across fathomless dark
and an owl magically curves an arc”
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Thank you, Sunra!
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Very cool.
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Thank you, Dylan.
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Beautiful poem. Very pleasing and perfect for the mood I’m in this morning. ☺️
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Thank you! I’m delighted you like it.
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