with lips of frozen berries,
those first kisses beneath wood smoke and stars.
I didn’t realise we had so much in common:
the pen was the key.
It’s a quarter past three on a Sunday morning,
I am an unripe field with scarlet seeping,
everything’s turning,
deceived by a cancerous two-faced moon
at the tipping point of summer.
Once it was the colour of dreaming
without a grave where, lonely, I can weep,
Kim M. Russell, 11th January 2024

Image by Laura Adai on Unsplash
On the eleventh day of 2024, Laura is our host for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, with a question that occurred to her on first reading Chad Bennet’s ‘Tonight’: When is a poem not a poem?
Laura says that she wondered if the boundaries of poetry have been stretched too far sometimes, but re-reading Bennet’s poem, she began to appreciate the poetry within each statement line, with its pauses for thought, in a catalogue verse of eleven incidental happenings subsumed under the title of one night.
Another example she has given us is an eleven-line extract from Lyn Hejinian’s ‘Final selection from ‘Eleven eyes’.
For today’s MTB Critique and Craft prompt, Laura would like us to write a found poem from our own January – November 2023 poems as an eleven-line list/catalogue poem or an eleven-line verse poem (with or without stanzas).
We should choose from one poem per month, selecting only the first line of the very first verse of our chosen poems. The title should be selected from the twelfth month or any of the previous months’ first line. If we’ve posted fewer than one poem per month for January – November 2023, then we should choose a month where there is more than one to make up the eleven.
Our eleven lines can be written in any date order, but we must keep the original word order. We may only change the tense or personal pronouns, add a conjunction or a preposition for continuity if need be, and make minor erasure adjustments at beginning or end of the original line. Enjambment is allowed. Laura suggests that we include links to our original 2023 poems in a separate column or paragraph.
Links to my poems in order of title and lines:
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/12/05/clair-de-lune/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/01/17/just-a-little-longer/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/02/21/kissing-beneath-wood-smoke-and-stars/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/04/28/i-followed-emilys-steps-in-haworth/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/05/16/writing-freedoms-wings/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/06/13/strains-of-billie/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/07/11/limerence/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/07/10/lunation/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/08/29/fragile-bonds-and-lipstick-smears/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/09/05/the-old-vicarage-gardens/
https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/10/03/once-it-was-the-colour-of-dreaming/ https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2023/11/02/elegy-for-a-gentle-soul/
I love this consistent poem… it has a narrative and works so well, with a devastating sad end under that cancerous moon…
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Thanks so much, Björn!
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some delicious poetry here Kim as one line drips into the next
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Thank you, Laura!
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Oh this is absolutely stunning, Kim! 😍 I love how the lines flow into one another and create new dimensions especially; “It’s a quarter past three on a Sunday morning, I am an unripe field with scarlet seeping, everything’s turning.” ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa! ❣❤
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Wonderful re-weaving of your first lines, the ending is so emotional, really enjoyed reading this!
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Thank you. I felt emotional while writing this one.
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These lines come together so well to paint a scene.
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Thank you, Maria.
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The color of dreaming…that is exactly what your poem is. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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An interesting poem, Kim. Sounds like you warmed those cold lips and made a long night of it! :>)
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Smiles.
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Melancholic and hauntingly written. A beautiful poem.
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Thanks so much, Carol!
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Amazing, this looks so fluid, Kim, as if it was written like that. Bet you did some puzzeling to get that consistent result. A very nice patchwork poem!
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Thank you so much. One of the things about WordPress is the monthly archive, which was very helpful for this prompt. I just took a line from each month in the order they came in.
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I actually like this as a poem, Kim. It creates an atmosphere, rather than a narrative. Question any poem written like this and it falls apart, but with yours, the atmosphere remains, wistful and yearning.
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Thank you, Jane!
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xx
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The more ‘first line’ poetry I read, the more impressed I become. Your’s is certainly one of them. It flows, and flows beautifully. I would have included links to my poems, sadly I have not mastered that skill. I plan on working on it TODAY. That line was from “Guys Up On A Ladder” 2/2/23. https://woonietest.blogspot.com/2023/02/up-on-ladder.html
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Thank you so much, Helen. You have plenty of excellent lines to choose from are you able to check archived poems by month? I found that really helpful.
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I need to work on that!!!!
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WELL, I am proud of myself. Figured out how to link each line to the poem! Cheers to me.
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Well done, Helen!.
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I read your poem before starting mine on purpose, Kim, and you inspired me. This is amazing.
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Thank you Kim! What a compliment!
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This poem is AMAZING. Really, really good, and whole unto itself. So well done.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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This flows beautifully Kim with such a scintillating atmosphere, love it 🙌
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I’m pleased you like it, Ange.
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There’s a kind of fated serendipity at work and assembling these things, very curious. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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I love the range and variety of these assembled poems, Rob.
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Well, you had me as a reader with the first 5 lines! This flows so well. “scarlet seeping” and the “cancerous two faced moon” truly turn the mood of the poem. So very well done and lines so very well chosen!
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I really appreciate your comments, Lill. Thank you!
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Kim,
Your inclusion of phrases like “frozen berries,” “wood smoke and stars,” and “cancerous two-faced moon” adds such poetic depth to this composition. This amalgamation of verses seems to capture the essence of your poetic voice.
~David
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Thank you kindly, David.
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I really enjoyed this Kim, the lines connect and flow so well.
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Thank you, Paul!
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those last two lines.. so very sweet and sad at the same time….
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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