They had finished their midnight picnic and were lying on a blanket, fingers entwined, in the garden, in the middle of the night. There was only a thin crescent moon, like a brooch on velvet, but stars filled every crease and crevice of the sky, shimmering, twinkling and swarming.
‘It’s hard to imagine that stars are long dead. Only their lights still exist,’ she said, a gentle murmur in his ear.
‘What?’
‘Does it matter that the stars we see are already dead?’ she asked, turning and looking straight into his eyes, where she was surprised to see constellations reflected in his indigo irises.
She turned onto her back, staring up at the cosmos again, although she preferred looking into his eyes. Just then, a star shot through the sky in an arc.
‘Who cares if it’s dead,’ he said. ‘Let’s make a wish.’
Kim M. Russell, 8th April 2024

Image by Daniel Mayo on Unsplash
It’s Prosery Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub and our host is Dora; she has introduced a new poet to me, Amy Woolard, whose poetry she recently encountered in The New Yorker.
She has given us some background information on Woolard who, as well as being a poet, is a legal aid attorney and works on civil rights policy and legislation in Charlottesville, Viriginia.
The lines Dora has chosen are from Woolard’s poem, ‘Laura Palmer Graduates’:
“What does it matter
That the stars we see are already dead.”
I didn’t mean to, but I found myself writing something romantic.
Beautifully romantic, Kim. Loved every detail but this line stole the show for me: “There was only a thin crescent moon, like a brooch on velvet, but stars filled every crease and crevice of the sky, shimmering, twinkling and swarming.” Perfect.
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Thank you so very much, Dora!
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Most welcome, Kim!
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I love how you went for totally romantic. I found only darkness in the quote, but you found such a perfect place for a romantic tale… I love how you put so much in dialogue.
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Thanks so much, Björn!
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Oh how I love your last line, Kim.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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what a sight constellations reflected in a loved one’s eyes wow. spine tingling
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Thank you, Rog!
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Well done, Kim!
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Thank you, Camilla!
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It was a pleasure to read! I must apologize if you have tried to access my site and been directed to an extinct web address. I believe I’ve solved that problem now, with the help of a kind fellow poet. 🙂
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Thank you, Elizabeth.
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Except I’m Camilla. 😉 Don’t call me Shirley, LOL! 😛
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It’s been one of those days, Camilla, and I’m hosting at dVerse this evening! 🙄
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I hear you! Best of luck with hosting! I’m so technologically illiterate that dVerse intimidates me! 😬
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I love your story!!! Love it.
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Thank you so much, Helen!
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“There was only a thin crescent moon, like a brooch on velvet,” oooh the image this creates, Kim. Beautiful!
I love your romantic tale here….you and I both went for the positive 🙂
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Thank you, Lill. I’m trying to stay positive.
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A lovely moment you describe here, Kim. This whole sentence really does it for me especially:
“There was only a thin crescent moon, like a brooch on velvet, but stars filled every crease and crevice of the sky, shimmering, twinkling and swarming.”
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Thank you kindly, Nina.
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I love this, Kim. The constellations in his eyes is a great concept.
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Thank you so much, Dwight!
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Good answer. (K)
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He certainly has a quick wit, Kerfe.
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I enjoyed your romantic prosery of two starry-eyed lovers!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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The innocence of, young lovers, thinking what they shared is, eternal like the, stars in the, skies, but, unfortunately, one or both, will, eventually, wake up in the, reality of, things…but, let’s not, disturb them, and, just, let them, stay in, each other’s, arms, a little, longer…
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Thank you for the appreciation.
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Very romantic and I enjoyed the descriptions, “indigo irises” and “crescent moon a brooch on velvet.” Such a satisfying ending too. So well written.
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Thank you, Dianne!
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It’s a lucky star, the wish will come true. Nice story, Kim.
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Thank you, Jim!
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p.s. Our daughter is in London for three weeks, working. She is with BP. One weekend she plans to run to the Continent, to see a Swiss friend.
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The first two I read were rather dark – nice to read something a little more romantic and optimistic.
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Thanks Andrew!
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Oh I LOVE this!!!
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Thank you so much for reading and for such a lovely comment!
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You’re most welcome!
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What a magical scene, Kim. The brooch image is so stunning, it will definitely be pinned in my mind. I think I need a little more of this sort of romance in my life. Much enjoyed.
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Thank you so much. I’m delighted you enjoyed it.
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This is beautiful, Kim. “like a brooch on velvet” is such a gorgeous image, and then the constellations in his eyes. Such a beautifully crafted story, Kim.
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Thank you very much, Merril!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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This is so beautiful, Kim. It’s lovely to read a positive spin on the line! So romantic!
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Thanks so much, Dale!
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My pleasure!
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I love this, and in particular I adore that ending.
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Thank you, Paul.
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That last line made me smile.🌠
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Now I’m smiling!
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