It’s a ghost in the night that keeps me awake
with whispering, muttering, sighing,
and nudges in my poetic ribs.
It pokes me with imagery
and ties me up in allegory
until I reach for notebook and pen.
It’s a ghost in the early morning, a wisp
of verse draped across my aching neck,
a metaphoric albatross
checking rhymes, ensuring
enjambment and caesura make
sense, without a syntactical break.
By dawn, it’s drifted into early sunlight
with the spectral grey remains of night.
Kim M. Russell, 29th April 2024

Image by Paul Carroll on Unsplash
It’s day twenty-nine, the penultimate day of Na/GloPoWriMo and, at NaPoWriMo the optional prompt is Taylor Swift based. Not my musical cup of tea, but I’ll give it a go. In recognition of her new double album, Merriam-Webster put together a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs. The challenge is to select one these words and write a poem that uses the word as its title. I chose ‘albatross’ and rewrote an old poem.
Also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night on 27th February 2025.
And… this is simply wonderful Kim. The parts about allegory and cesurae 🙃 made me smile.
Wonderful poem. Thanks
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Thank you, Selma, I’m delighted you like it!
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enjambment and caesura. 😉
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Love this!
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Thank you, KIm!
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I like it Kim. ”keeps me awake” beginning made me think of it hogging you our of your bed.
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Thank you, Jim!
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A poetic curse well captured.
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Thanks so much, Ken.
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If the Caesura is long enough you may sleep I think.. A lovely thought of the writing process… sometimes words just come like thos grey shadows.
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Thank you, Björn. I need to get myself fit for this April’s NaPoWriMo, especially as I have to spend a week in April helping to look after my grandsons.
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I’m glad it leaves you:
with the spectral grey remains of night.
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Thank you, Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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This is stunning, Kim! I especially like this part; “It’s a ghost in the early morning, a wisp
of verse draped across my aching neck, a metaphoric albatross checking rhymes.” ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa.
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You’re most welcome 😘
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Love the way you describe the insistence of the muse….especially with these lovely lines..
“a wisp of verse draped across my aching neck”
“whispering, muttering, sighing, and nudges in my poetic ribs”
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Thank you, Mish. That’s what it’s like in the wee hours.
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The albatross..most potent of allegories…a wonderful, intimate verse of a calling to words within the deepness of the night, more than a calling, a lovely read that resonates with the reader–
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Thank you!
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Well done, you. I would have surrendered at Taylor Swift. Way out of my Era – wink, wink
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Thank you , Candy. I’m not a Taylor Swift fan at all. I think my grandson likes some of her songs and sings along to them – but he’s only six – seven next week.
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Ah, but what a burden, to be tasked with doing what brings pleasure.
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Thanks Ken.
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My ghost would probably force-feed me coffee until I got the words right.
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Mine is very persistent in the early hours.
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Stunning poem Kim, but what a beautiful albatross to have.
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Thank you, Diane.
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i would likely beg my ghost to let me sleep! this poem– so creative!
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A relatable topic, I have had nights where I couldn’t sleep. A poem in the night waiting to give birth in ghostly shadow.
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My poems usually wake me up in the early hours.
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Excellently told, Kim. I have a similar ghost. 🙂
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Thank you, Jennifer.
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Well done, Kim. An OCD poet has great difficult writing loosely it seems!
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Thanks Dwight!
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Wildly imaginative take on that moon muse!
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Cheers Brendan!
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I love a poem about the poetic process Kim, there must surely be a word for that…
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Thank you, Andrew. It’s Ars Poetica/
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I hear you, Kim! That moment when the poem comes and it won’t leave you alone until you reach for pen and paper and jot it down else it’s gone with the first sun rays! This was so relatable and made me smile ☺️
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I’m delighted my poem resonated with you, Nina!
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Kim, the poetic process so beautifully captured and so relatable.
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Thank you, Punam.
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My pleasure, Kim.
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