I tread water, in time,
in my sea of consciousness,
adrift in space, until
my mermaid legs are gripped
by cramps. Salt water spills
as I climb a rock to rest
and set myself the task
of repairing torn nets
of inspiration and cast
them to the waves.
Some days, words slip
through my head like silver
minnows. Other days, I seem
to catch a whole ocean.
Kim M. Russell, 9th July 2024

Image by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash
Today I’m hosting Tuesday Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, with a prompt dedicated to Sarah Connor, whose poetry I have read with fondness for a long time, and whose dVerse prompts were always a joy to write to.
I have shared a recent conversation with Sarah (by email), included links to Sarah’s poetry collections, some of her past prompts, and a challenge for today’s Poetics.
The challenge is to pick lines from those I have given, chosen from poems published in Sarah’s latest collection, Always Fire, and either deconstruct the lines and use the words in a new order in a new poem or let the words inspire a new poem without using actually using the words.
I chose the line from ’Cliff-Dweller’: “Some days I can set myself adrift in space. In time.”
Also linked to Sherry’s saltwater and whales prompt at What’s Going On? on 26th March 2025.
I love the way you used Sarah’s line to set us adrift in the ocean of poetic inspiration, nets taught with expectation as we wade in with “mermaid legs.” So beautifully composed, Kim.
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Thank you so much, Dora. It wasn’t an easy poem to write, it made me cry, and I wanted to keep it simple.
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Kim, love the verses woven in your poem. This is my favorite part:
Some days, words slip
through my head like silver
minnows. Other days, I seem
to catch a whole ocean.
Thanks again for the interview with Sarah.
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Thank you so much, Grace.
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This is gorgeously rendered, Kim! I especially admire this part; “Salt water spills as I climb a rock to rest and set myself the task of repairing torn nets of inspiration and cast them to the waves.” ❤️❤️
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Thank you, dear Sanaa.
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A lovely response, Kim. We chose the same line!
I especially like the ending:
“Some days, words slip
through my head like silver
minnows. Other days, I seem
to catch a whole ocean.”
Thank you for this beautiful and emotional conversation, prompt, and tribute to Sarah! xx
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Thank you, Merril, great minds an all that. I’m so glad Sarah let me know about her situation and that she agreed to the interview and prompt. x
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You’re welcome, Kim. I’m glad she did, too.
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Oh! How beautiful! Especially the last lines. There’s a wistfulness in them, sparse and so moving.
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Luv the images of minnow and ocan.
Nice one
much🤍love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you.
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Thanks for hosting, Kim! Great use of Sarah’s work. Your poem describes my days. And my brain.
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Thank you, Nolcha. I’m glad you joined us.
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How beautiful to use all those images and the sense of the sea and that mermaid is quite real. The emotions of torn nets is intense. So much within the head, heart and sea and being at the mercy of the ocean, the poem and the loss.
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Thank you for your lovely comments.
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Catching the whole ocean…that’s a true gift. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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A lovely and wonderfully written tribute, Kim—and as others have mentioned, the last four lines are especially well-composed and compelling.
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Thank you, Chris.
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Wonderful lines, Kim. Your images tell it all!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome.
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Hello Kim. How lovely to make this week’s prompt about someone as well loved as Sarah. I’m sure I’ve written few responses to her prompts. And for sure have had the pleasure of her reading my words. And responding. Hugs. Now I’ll add Sarah & family in my prayers.
Your poem is fantastic. I’ve been eyeing the same line you chose. But things can change. There are so many great lines.
I love the ocean image in your piece. Oh, that ocean! And I love how this last image has lingered:
Skip through my head like minnows: catch a whole ocean
Thanks for sharing this loveliness. Happy summer. Stay cool and in the shade.
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Thank you so much for dropping by and for the lovely comments, Selma.
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Thanks, Kim.
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My pleasure, Selma.
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”Some days, words slip
through my head like silver
minnows. Other days, I seem
to catch a whole ocean.”
…to be a poet.
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Thanks Melissa.
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Such a memorable poem, you caught the whole ocean. Such a beautifully written tribute that comes from the heart.
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Thank you so much, Dianne. Sarah is special to me.
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So very beautiful, Kim! What a lovely tribute. I especially loved
“Some days, words slip
through my head like silver
minnows”
Thanks for this beautiful prompt. It was not an easy one (with the heart so full) but one that I am sure each one of us loved.
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I’m so glad you like it, Punam, Thank you very much.
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My pleasure, Kim.
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Your poem is beautiful and your tribute to Sarah is truly moving.
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Thank you so much, Suzanne.
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This is beautiful Kim. I loved this line:
“and set myself the task
of repairing torn nets
of inspiration and cast
them to the waves.”
Your interview with Sarah really moved me. xx
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Thank you so much, Colleen.
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You’re welcome, Kim.
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Oh Kim, that ending! I think we all recognise it, but you phrase it so beautifully. I love the cleanness of this poem.
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Hi Sarah! So lovely that you came back, and thank you for the comment. There will be another postcard coming your way soon.
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A difficult birth it may have been, Kim, but it doesn’t reflect in its perfection…
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Thank you kindly, Andrew.
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such a neatly netted poem from Sarah’s lines:
” torn nets
of inspiration and cast
them to the waves.”
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Thank you, Laura.
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Kim, this is so special. You honoured Sarah’s line with the most beautiful imagery. I adore it all but this was so moving to me….
“Some days, words slip
through my head like silver
minnows. Other days, I seem
to catch a whole ocean.”
Thank you for creating this very moving and inspirational prompt for us, for Sarah. It gave you and fellow poets the perfect vessel to share the love, respect, and appreciation for a wonderful lady and treasured poet. Hugs ❤️
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Thank you, Mish.
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Such beautiful metaphoric wording about inspiration your poem, Kim! I especially liked
“Some days, words slipthrough my head like silverminnows.” That was such a vivid word picture!
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Thank you so much, Mary.
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I love this so much – sometimes words like silver minnows, sometimes the whole ocean.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Some days you never know what the net of thought will bring forth. Really enjoyed reading this peaceful poem.
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Thank you very much, Truedessa.
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How lovely it’s to be a mermaid in a sea of consciousness! Whether silver minnows or an ocean haul, the reward is priceless. What a delight to read the poem, Kim. The whole poem is a net of inspiration.
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Thank you very much, Sumana.
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I love the sense of meditation/mindfulness – both inside and out Jae
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Thank you, Jae.
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What a lovely poem. I love the idea of becoming the ocean.
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Thank you, Suzanne. The North Norfolk coast is a very special place.
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“I tread water, in time, / in my sea of consciousness . . . “
A poem about making poetry! The sea, the nets, the mermaid legs, the minnows–all work in this extended metaphor of the sea of consciousness. Lovely.
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Thank you very much, Susan.
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