The wind kicks fallen
leaves around the garden,
a petulant child
with a new pair of Wellington boots.
Unlike the usual November grey,
the sky looks grizzly,
ready to burst into tears,
one raindrop squeezing,
dropping
on almost dry washing.
I shake my finger.
Kim M. Russell, 25th November 2024

Image by Chris Lawton on Unsplash
It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, and Lisa is our host, ‘with a little help…’
If you’re not familiar with the quadrille, its name is taken from an 18th century dance, but as you may know, it is also a poetic form, devised by dVerse, of just 44 words (not counting the title) and includes one word provided by our host.
Lisa tells us that she has been reading Bono’s (2022) book, Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story. She says, “The title of the book highlights a state of mind I’ve been trying to cultivate over the last couple of weeks. It speaks of not only surrendering to the now but to acknowledging we are all in this one story together.”
Our prompt word today is ‘with’, “an inclusive word that it is probably in a zillion poems”. Lisa found her starting point for this word in a list of influential women poets over time and over the globe, and has provided excerpts from poems by Jenny Zhang, Sarojini Naidu, Hilda Doolittle and Denise Levertov to inspire us.
oh this is delightful Kim – wordsmithed with such apparent ease and imagery. The finger shake mirrors the wind in the leaves perfectly
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Thank you so much, Laura!
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Kim, I love the way you imbue nature with the character of a petulant child. I also love your interaction with it. I know the wind saw you shaking your finger and smiled. Such a good poem, my friend.
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Thank you kindly, Lisa. I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I’m off to help look after my grandsons on Sunday, I’m staying for a week ,and we’re having a little piece of Christmas in advance, as I won’t be with them for the day. It’s to make up for missing Louie’s birthday last month.
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You’re welcome, Kim. So happy you will get some extended time with your grandsons. It is the best present of all. Bon voyage and holiday time.
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I really love what you did here, the petulant child and that sky… and of course that finger…
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Thanks Björn! I’m practising for next week with my grandsons!
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I love the image — and the petulant poem 🙂
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Thank you, John!
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Very nice! Kim.
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Groovy!
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Thanks Ron!
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Oh no you don’t, says that finger. How beautifully written. I love it. Thanks.
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Thank you very much, Selma.
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Scolding the rain, I wonder if it listened? We had some much needed rain here for a few days as there were some wildfires not far from here in the mountains. The rain was a blessing.
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Thank you, Truedessa. That’s one thing we rarely get around here, wild fires. I hope you are keeping safe.
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Great imagery, Kim! I love the petulant child.
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Thanks Nolcha!
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“I shake my finger.” Love the agency and power in that!
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Thank you, Kim!
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we have had some extremely stormy weather cimplete with the raucous thunders and intruding lightning over the weekend.
Nice how you image your wind in this quadrille
much♡love
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Thank you very much, Gillena. I hope you are keeping safe.
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Ha! Wonderful! Really…the whole idea of petulance — great tone in this, up to that last wag of the finger..loved it!
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Thanks so much, Ain!
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I love the idea of the wind being a petulant child with its wellies on kicking the leaves, and a sky ready to burst into tears. You have painted a beautiful scene in such few words.
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Thank you kindly, Dianne!
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I love all the details of this November day, including the laundry being almost dry, that one threatening drop. The warning finger that saves the wash. So cool.
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I’m so glad my poem resonated with you.
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I love the playfulness of this, Kim, the wind/sky as petulant child and narrator as parent. That second stanza really drove it home with the imagery.
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Thank you, Cris!
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This made me smile Kim
the sky looks grizzly,
ready to burst into tears,
one raindrop squeezing,
dropping
on almost dry washing.
The joys of living in England! 🥰
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I really don’t like winter in the UK, Christine, but the rest of the year I wouldn’t swap it for the work.
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A very visual, liively, kicking-and shaking poem – you give us so much colour and song in 44 words! Enjoy your Grandma-ing x
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Thank you, Kathy. x
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Beautifully written with rich imagery
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Thank you, Sara.
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Kim you took me to a place that I know in every detail, I love the finger shake. What a poem!
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