While winter writes love notes,
we hunker down in a world of white.
Instead of flowers,
storms bring ice in fists.
Love can be a monster,
scribbled poems in the margins
of a frozen puddle,
or on an uncrushed flower,
yearning to burst into constellations
and dance in green shafts of spring
again.
Kim M. Russell, 14th January 2025

Image by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash
It’s Tuesday, the day for Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are diving into margins with our host, Dora, who is in a philosophical mood. She says that “the month of January is a margin delineating transition, an interstitial calendrical space creating the same effect as physical and emotional spaces or times in our lives”.
Dora has compiled a list of margins, and examples from a range of poems, as inspiration for poems on themes of our choosing, involving a margin of any kind, a diving off point, event, place, landscape, or concept. I’ve reworked an old poem I wrote back in February 2021 for a Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings prompt.
This is sheer poetic brilliance, Kim! ❤️❤️ I especially like; “Love can be a monster, scribbled poems in the margins of a frozen puddle, or on an uncrushed flower.” Yes!
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Thank you kindly, dear Sanaa!
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You’re most welcome! 😘
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So lovely, Kim, especially the thought of “winter writing love notes”, even as its love “can be a monster”! Every image speaks to me of the tender longing for spring.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, Dora!
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The frozen puddle and uncrushed flower is a wonderful image (and spring is on its way)
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Thank you, Björn.
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ice in fists…Love can be a monster. Wow!
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Thanks!
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girgeiys imageey
thanks for droppibg by to read mine
much♡love
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makes me yearn for spring even more
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Green shafts of spring – wonderful writing, Kim!
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Thank you, Nolcha!
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A marvelous write, Kim. These lines I especially am moved by
“Love can be a monster,
scribbled poems in the margins
of a frozen puddle,
or on an uncrushed flower,”
The imagery makes the emotions visceral….beautifully done.
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Thanks so much, Lill!
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Imbued with bright, stark imagery with sparse, tight vocabulary. Pleasure to read, with genuine emotions.
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Thank you so much, Ain.
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Love can be a monster! Hunkering down…
Well done, Kim.
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Cheers Dwight!
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I love the art you chose! ‘Poems scribbled in margins’ brought a knowing smile to my face. I was the recipient of a few in high school. Sigh. Great poetry, Kim.
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Thank you, Helen!
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Stunning imagery! I love every line including the title and alliteration that leads us into this beautiful piece. I will not forget “Love can be a monster”.
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Thank you, Mish!
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Wonderful poem! Love it!
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Thank you, Ana!
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This is just wonderful poetry. I read it twice such a delight
Love can be a monster,
scribbled poems in the margins
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Thanks so much, Truedessa.
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I love the beauty of this poem, Kim.
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Thank you very much, Robbie!
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My pleasure
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Here’s to poetry shooting green shafts again! Here in Florida we’ve been in an extroadinarily long winter season of continuous cold. (OK, cool minus.) Brr. Go vernals!
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You can say that again, Brendan!
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You tie in the season with the margins so effortlessly, Kim. And I read the margin line with a smile (I am that monster scribbling.)
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Thank you, Katie. It’s always pleasing to hear from another scribble monster
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“Love can be a monster,
scribbled poems in the margins
of a frozen puddle,
or on an uncrushed flower,”
Brilliant writing,Kim!
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Thank you, Sara!
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Kim, what a joy it is to read your winter imagery and the closing lines are superb.
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Fantastic poem, Kim! I love your imagery.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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