They say that a robin is a sign,
a visit from a loved one
from the other side.
Chill January breath
haunts me on the anniversary
of my mother’s death,
her favourite bird follows me
round the garden,
cocks its head and eyes me,
leaves invisible spoors
across a blank page,
a love letter of sorts
carving a pain in my heart,
lingering grief or acceptance
that I can make a fresh start.
Kim M. Russell, 9th January 2024

Image by Stephanie Martin on Unsplash
This Tuesday, Dora is hosting Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub with creatures of the blank page. She describes the New Year as ‘stretching out before us like a snow-covered field, pristine, like a blank page, untouched till we mark it with our words, our footprints’, and briefly discusses our reasons for writing and our particular styles, giving examples of different approaches from Christopher Isherwood, Miroslav Holub, Seamus Heaney and Emily Dickinson.
Dora says ‘there is something of the animal in us when we write, delving with badger feet or soaring with heron’s wings, that places all our multitudinous reasons and ways of writing in simple perspective’, giving wonderful examples of this in poems by two poets I greatly admire: Carol Ann Duffy and Ted Hughes. The Hughes poem is one I used in a prompt for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads back in 2017.
Dora challenges us to use Duffy’s and Hughes’ poems as examples to write a poem using any animals of your choice (real or mythological) as a metaphor for how ideas and words take shape for us on a blank page. ‘Do we approach the blank page with stealth and craft, or a burst of attack? Or still yet do we drag glyphs onto our laptop screen in exuberant abandon to later edit and score into shape, beaver-like?’It’s the seventh anniversary of my mother’s death today, so I am writing about her favourite bird, the robin.
I do not think we have any robins in winter here… so I have to wait for summer for them. I love your choice of connecting the visit to the memory of your mother.
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Thank you, Björn. I hear and see so many robins on my daily walk. They often appear in our garden and sometimes fight off the squirrel that raids the bird feeders.
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Always a lingering grief and a mixed of acceptance, Kim.
Love this part: leaves invisible spoors
across a blank page,
a love letter of sorts
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Thank you, Grace. I’ve got through the day by making my self busy, without any major breakdowns – just a few tears.
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Our thoughts, feelings spur our tracks across the page, and how beautifully you use the image of the robin to accomplish this, Kim.
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Thank you, Dora.
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This is so beautiful Kim. It makes my heart ache at your loss. The robin makes the poem relatable. I can see how animals can be a metaphor for different feelings.
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Thank you so much, Colleen. Today is nearly over and I’ve managed to get through it by keeping busy. We have lots of robins around here at the moment, so lots of mums around too.
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Thanks for sharing this idea with these words. Anita
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Thank you for reading, Anita.
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How funny! Me in Somerset writing about a robin, while you in North Norfolk were posting in the same garden companion!
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…posting about the same…
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There are so many robins around at the moment, it has made Mum’s anniversary a little easier to cope with. Not long after she died a robin flew into our kitchen window.
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They’re persistent little buggers, aren’t they? Such a good symbol for carrying on, not letting even the winter cold get you down. It’s a lovely idea too, that they’re the soul of a loved one. Perhaps because they tend to be quite friendly, tolerant of us at least.
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They are persistent, inquisitive and they make me smile. We had one that chased a squirrel of the bird feeders! I like it when I work in the garden and one or two follow me around, waiting for worms.
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It’s a shame we only get one or two because they’re territorial. A whole bunch of them would make a mob! No squirrel would dare show it’s face.
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😀 🐿
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i have lots of visiting robins this year in the garden. i wonder who they are.
loved the poem
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Thank you, Rog!
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Kim this is so beautiful – the robin is one of my favourite little birds and I can so relate to this poem 💕
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😊
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Heartfelt words; there is just something about all the sayings, tales and lore about our loved one’s ghosts residing in birds. Beautiful and touching write.
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That robin helped me get through the day. Thank you.
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Oh Kim….this is so beautiful and heartfelt. I just feel this poem and your love for your mum, and your missing her. Beautifully writ.
PS: if you read my “poem” which was #1 on Mr. Linky, somehow, all the formatting was stripped from it! I had to rewrite, repost, and changed it a bit. I must say, it seems so superflous in comparison to the magnificent poems I’m reading now! Anyhow, please do read again, I’ve posted anew to Mr. Linky.
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Thank you, Lill. I will go back and read again. I quite liked it as a prose poem!
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Your words always have the wings of birds Kim. (K)
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Thanks so much, Kerfe.
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The dear little robin knows a thing or two methinks. 😀
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I agree, Carol!
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The robins have all gone south here for the winter. I believe these feather friends call for a reason a message from the other side meant for you. Embrace it, it’s a gift. (hugs)
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Both comment and hugs are very much appreciated.
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Lovely poem, birds are little messengers of many things, and comfort during difficult times.
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Thanks Dianne.
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Kim, this is a poignant exploration of grief and love, beautifully weaving the symbolism of a robin as a sign from the other side. The imagery is evocative, capturing the intersection of lingering grief and the possibility of a fresh start… Beautiful
❤
David
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Thank you so much, David. ❤
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A new year, fresh starts, robins …. and sadness. Your poem reflects the highs and the lows.
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Thank you Helen.
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The sighting of your guardian angel. How lovely!
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Thank you, Susan!
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Beautiful Kim, and very touching. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Thank you, Rob.
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I like how the poem starts with the symbolism of the bird, and that symbolism follows the poet around the yard.
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Thank you, Maria, that’s an interesting thought.
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I didn’t know that a robin signify a visit from beyond. This is new information for me so I am thankful. The rhythm and the smooth flow of the lines and stanzas usher an unforced reel of images. Wonderfully crafted, Kim! 💜
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Thank you so much!
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Love these birds and we’re lucky to almost every year having at least one in the little back yard.
The poem is bittersweet. Really like it.
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Many thanks!
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Oh Kim, this is both heartbreaking and uplifting! And that last stanza is just beautiful.
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Thank you kindly, Punam.
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And only you can determine the words of that letter of sorts.
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I have heard the same about cardinals, although birds are thought to be gatekeepers, harbingers, messengers between us and other worlds. It indeed sounds as though she is watching over you closely.❤️🙏🏻
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I think she must be, Melissa. ❤
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Such a perfect poem to manifest one’s grief in ❤
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Thank you, Lisa. ❤
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YW
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What a lovely homage to your late mother. Love the line “carving a pain in my heart”
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Heartfelt thanks.
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I’d never heard that about robins…I’d heard that any wild bird that flies into the house may be a psychopomp sent to lead someone into the afterlife, though I’m not sure anyone believes it. But I’d always heard that robins, outdoors, were harbingers of springtime.
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