The contour
of an old silver
birch is
broken by
a wood-
pecker
cocking his red-
capped head
and hammering
holes,
catkins rippling
in the wind,
insect bores,
clinging
strands
of ivy,
bulbous
fissures,
thick bark,
ledges
cushioned
with moss
and lichen,
sprouting fungi.
Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2024





It’s Monday, Aril Fools Day and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lisa is hosting the Quadrille, our own poetic form of just 44 words (not counting the title), including one word provided by the host.
Lisa says, ‘as people, places, and things exist in three dimensions, six senses, and often beyond, the word she has chosen for today is ‘contour’. She has found a number of poems using this word and the first poem she found, ‘Confused’ by Joyce Carol Gibson, ‘just freakishly also happens to be a quadrille’! Other extracts and poems are ‘Dead Silhouette’ by Joe Strickland, ‘Water’s Lubricious Edges by Coral Bracho, translated by Forrest Gander, and ‘The Shapes of Leaves’ by Arthur Sze.
I’ve somehow produced a list shape quadrille!
I love your slice of silver birch poem, Kim. Especially the part about the woodpecker.
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Thank you, Melissa!
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Kim, you’ve imbued the willow with contoured character through its service as a living being and as part of an ecosystem that others depend on. Love what you do here and the shape is a fabulous bonus!
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Thanks Lisa, but it’s a silver birch!
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Oh dang I’ve got willows on my mind. Silver birch, sorry.
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For a city dweller like me your poem creates images that I hardly ever see. Love it, Kim.
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Thank you, Punam!
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The woodpeckers are busy at the moment, aren’t they? I admire the shape of your poem, the tree trunk chipped and drilled by the woodpecker!
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Thanks Jane! I love that woodpecker sound!
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The green woodpeckers are such funny birds. They fly like I imagine penguins would fly and they sound completely hysterical!
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The poem’s shape of a tree is great and your descriptors so well chosen we can see the tree even without the pics. Good work 🙂
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Thank you, Shirley! 😊
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Wonderful details Kim. Trees always invite close examination. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. We have lovely trees in our garden.
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You’ve produced this delightfully and sensuously, and the pictures are just right. Isn’t everything a tangle of breathless growth at the moment? A joy to be outside!
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Thank you!
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A great poem, Kim. I love the contours of old trees. Your photos really make it come alive.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome, Kim.
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Kim, These are the contours that delight us in nature, both poetically and photographically. Love the pictures too.
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Thank you, DorA!
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I enjoyed your poem. You captured the beauty of the birch. Did you take those lovely photos?
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Thank you, Truedessa. Yes, the photos are ones I took recently of the silver birch at the end of our garden, which is huge and very old. I can’t help touching her trunk and branches when I am outside.
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I would love to hear a woodpecker hammering at a tree…closest I’ve come is a kingfisher trying to break open a shell on a mangrove. And never heard of catkins so had to look them up,..they would look lovely rippling in the wind. Beautiful words and photos.
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Thank you, Dianne.
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A delightful view, and yes I have seen (and even more heard) the woodpeckers when we were out in the woods during easter.
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You have lots of birch trees in your woods in Sweden, don’t you? My husband is currently in Gothenburg. He loves it there.
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Ah… my hometown was Gothenburg, and yes birchtrees are wonderful, especially a bit later when they have small leaves… preferrably with a carpet of wood-anomones in bloom underneath… but that is probably a month away still
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You’ve created such a beautiful image of the tree. I love all the sounds. The woodpeckers have been very busy on this side of the pond, too!
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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Life happens to us even when we stand still. The tree was no exception. ❤
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Thank you, Susan. A neighbour tried to persuade us to cut down that tree, but I put my foot down.
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👍😁 Bravo!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks!
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The silver birch is indeed a lovely tree, I love the photos you snapped AND the lovely poem.
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Thanks so much, Helen!
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Kim, this is fabulous. The details in the imagery are wonderful….and for me, it’s a shape poem of that woodpecker tap tap tapping, then holding his head back for a moment, then tap tap tapping again! And love the photos too.
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Thank you so much, Lill! I hope you like my poem for your prompt today.
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I loved this one, Kim. Wonderful imagery!
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Thank you, Nicole!
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Broken contour but aging with dignity and recognition. Matches your pictures just fine.
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Thanks so much, Jim!
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Wonderful photos, Kim. I love the woodpecker, and the format of this poem.
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Thanks so much, Sara!
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Wow, Kim, The way you depict the birch trunk so vividly and evocatively, capturing the intricate details of nature with precision and beauty, is magical!
~David
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Thanks so much, David!
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Withered, wizened, and weathered, the passage of time, resilience, these are my experiences of the depth of this.
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Thanks Paul.
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Such a beautiful poem for a beautiful tree. 😊
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Thank you very much!
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I love the pictures and your quadrille, Kim!
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Thank you!
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