Where once grasses buzzed
with jazz of crickets
and loud grasshoppers,
cornfields have been razed
to stubble, and straw
ploughed in umber earth.
Herons stalk sodden
fields, through soggy stands
of russet bracken,
on towards winter,
in ancient rhythm,
still pulsing with life.
It’s the yawn of time,
when the hearth’s tongue
sets culture on fire,
to glow through the black
dome of night until
the coming of spring.
Winter’s a poet’s
dream inspiration,
a time when words fall
like leaves from the trees,
curling into verse
before rot sets in.
Kim M. Russell, 5th September 2024

Image by Ekaterina Grosheva on Unsplash
It’s Thursday and Laura is our host for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub with a Tableau for Sam Hamill. She begins by telling us how she came across the American poet Sam Hamill in The Literary Birthday Calendar, a list of writers by birth date. She explains that she had not read his work before, although he was highly lauded in his lifetime. I hadn’t either, but find it quite beautiful.
Laura says that “Hamill’s poetry is absent on rhyme and heavy on unadulterated lyricism. He talks his poetry to the page”, and gives as an example in ‘After Morning Rain’. Laura tells us that “Hamill was a poet both in the world and of the world…his poetry does not stray far from what he sees, feels and knows directly”, as in his autobiographical poem ‘Of Cascadia’. He was also immersed in classical Chinese and Japanese poetry, which she says “could only have added to his keen pictorial observations and mastery of the succinct”, as in his poem ‘After Pu Chi-I’.
Today we are writing in the The Tableau poetic form, which was created by Emily Romano in 2008, and which has one or more verses, with 6 lines per verse and 5 beats per line, with no rhyme scheme. The title should contain the word ‘tableau’ and the poem should aim to be pictorial. Laura hints that Hamill’s pictorials are vivid and we may want to write in his style; however, this is optional.
I love the words you describe to describe the misery of a world we leave for our fellow planet dwellers:
Herons stalk sodden
fields, through soggy stands
of russet bracken
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Thank you, Björn.
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‘the yawn of time’
Love that! Following on from ‘russet bracken’ makes me think, fox.
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Thanks Jane! Now you’ve said it…
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I love how you take the Tableau of Autumn into Winter and turn it into the time when poets fruit, Kim…
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Thanks Andrew.
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Wonderfully evocative imagery. I love ‘the yawn of time.’
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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OMG, Kim, this more than merely “meets the bar”! Fantastico!
Whammo good all the way through, but that penultimate stanza is just autumnally perfectamundo!
Thanks!
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Thank you so much, Ron!
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A gorgeous Autumn tableau, Kim … gorgeous.
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Thank you very much, Helen!
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That last verse is definitely my favourite of this poem
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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The whole poem is wonderful but, the last verse is poetically alluring.
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Thanks so much, Truedessa!
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I love your last stanza – perfect winter writing!
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Thank you, Nolcha.
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your tableau turns the earth, the leaves curl into poetry – such evocative pictorials of the season Kim – perfect for this poetry style and Hamill
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Thank you, Laura.
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This is a stunning tableau, Kim—well done! Those opening lines remind me so much of John Clare’s best work: the sounds in your phrasing really shine through.
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Thank you, Chris!
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I love umber earth, russet bracken and the yawn of time. Winter is a poet’s dream inspiration and may I also add, the autumn season for me. Have a good weekend.
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Thank you, Grace. You too!
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“It’s the yawn of time,
when the hearth’s tongue
sets culture on fire,”
Yes, a beautiful time that invites us to swim inward. I like that. And when you say,
“a time when words fall
like leaves from the trees,
curling into verse
before rot sets in”
I hope the words fall like that for me and all who find pleasure in words. Love your tableau. Thanks for sharing. Blessings.
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Thank you very much, Selma.
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I love that last stanza, so beautifully stated.
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Thank you, Sara.
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I was caught by the shift at the end, nice edge – it was all going fine until then, a somber note!
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I’m glad you felt it, Paul!
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I love the “jazz of crickets
and loud grasshoppers”, Kim. I really like the last stanza, too.
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Thank you, Melissa!
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