The garden is never silent:
in a clear sky stars descant,
leaves rustle, a distant owl
hoots, and a cat’s on the prowl.
It’s not dark. Fragile light
fills each crevice of the night,
emanating from a silver balloon:
my spectral paramour – the moon.
Kim M. Russell, 13th November 2023
Image by Josh Miller on Unsplash
De is our host for the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille this Monday, and she’s looking for poems most mad & moonly.
Yes, we are mulling over the word moon.
writing in north norfolk 
And no longer a secret… love the rhymes, so very smooth.
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Thanks Björn! My secret love’s no secret any more.
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Beautiful, Kim. Love moon as balloon.
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Thank you, De!
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A lovely assignation with a celestial lover! Especially loved this: “in a clear sky stars descant” — such a visual feast!
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Thank you so much, Dora.
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I LOVE this! That fragile light….and your paramour….sigh.
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Thank you, Lill!
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I love that opening couplet!
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Thanks Jane!
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lovely cadence
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Thank you, Susan.
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“fragile light fills each crevice of the night” so perfect
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I’m glad you like that line, Lisa, I think it might be my favourite.
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Beautiful, Kim. I especially like
“Fragile light
fills each crevice of the night,”–it sounds so delicate and sort of tinkling.
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Thanks Merril. Tinkling is good.
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You’re welcome. It is–frost bells.
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Some wonderful imagery used here in this ode to your spectral paramour. It’s a different perspective – envisioning the moon as a lover. A beautiful one.
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Thank you for your kind comments.
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Crevices of the night…such a perfect image. Beautiful Kim. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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Lovey poem.
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Thank you, Maria!
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And what a tryst partner to savor! Brilliant, Kim!
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Thanks so much, Frank!
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Oh nice, lovely to read.
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Thank you, Dianne!
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Sneaky imagery that really climaxes in that final image. Wonderful.
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Thank you!
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The silver balloon has a way of drifting away from ones grasp. sigh…
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Thank you!
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Kim this is perfect. The rhyme, the meter, and the ending!
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Thank you, Eric!
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I really enjoyed the flow of this poem.
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Thanks so much, Freya!
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I like your moonlit scene but the wotd “descant” threw me, a new word for my vocabulary.. After reading up I can hear it sung in my mind. But i cannot visualize “stars descant” in the moonlit scene you have painted for me. It is a beautiful scene, one for taking a deep in the night walk.
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Star do sing, Jim, they make all kinds of sounds. Thank you for your kind comments.
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This is lovely. Full of activity and then a contrasting hung moon.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much🖤love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you!
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A faithful paramour, one that always returns.
And I have heard the descant of stars – sirens at times, and at others they are beacons of hope.
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Thank you, Ken. It’s always a delight to hear the stars.
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Your quadrille is … delicious.
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Thanks Helen!
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Beautifully written Kim ❤️
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Thank you!
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Love how the idea of the moon being our secret companion 🙂
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Excellent, Kim! ❤
~David
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Thank you, David!
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🤗
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