Things past and present
are linked by a thread and I
am in the middle holding
it all together: my little cat
and my witch’s hat,
all muted colours,
greys and browns.
The doors are locked,
the table is bare,
and I can’t let go
to read the note
pinned to the wall.
I would love to ride
a little white horse
past a lightning tree
beneath a sky full of stars
and a friendly moon –
only the where and when
won’t let me.
Kim M. Russell, 30th January 2025

‘Where or When (Things Past)’ (1948), oil on canvas, 21 1/2 x 35 1/2 inches. All images courtesy of the Carnegie Museum of Art and Colby Museum of Art, shared with permission.
This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s Open Link Night with Grace, and an optional mini-prompt, an ekphrastic challenge based on Gertrude Abercombie’s work, in which Grace asks us to be inspired by the painting ‘Where or When (Things Past) or use the title in our poems.
You saw the way the string tethered you to stay… since
only the where and when
won’t let me.
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Great grok on the image, Kim.
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Thanks Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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First, for me this type of verse is the all-time most difficult; taking a painting and building poetry round it, so I’m doubly impressed...or more, because the anxiety (even terror) is palpable…I felt the tension so strongly, some empathy, and fear, because what if it was me…every now and then I come across a poem that hits me between the eyes….this really did. What a start…and the last lines, what a tone…
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Thanks so much, Ain, for your in-depth comments and appreciation.
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Aw gosh, I sighed at that ending. Your poem almost has a fairy tale feeling to it, which suits the image. Your title made me think of a very old song by Dion & the Belmonts with the same title.
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Thanks Shay.
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I thought that hat was a traffic cone!
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Lol
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Kim, I specially love your last verse – the surreal frame pegged to the reality – only the where and when won’t let me. Love the details of your ekphrastic poem specially the cat and witch’s hat.
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Thank you, Grace.
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I found it interesting that you noticed the note it adds a bit of mystery to the photo and poem. The last verse is stellar.
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Thank you, Truedessa.
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Your poem really brings the picture to life. I didn’t even notice the note until you pointed it out!
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Thank you!
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You gave each detail in the painting a poetic turn. So well-written, Kim.
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Thanks Punam.
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My pleasure.
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The poem itself, tells a, perfect story. The painting added that, completeness to the poem.
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Thank you.
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Very Tiffany Aching!
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A dreamlike suspension of the thought which writes the poem’s dreamer. Nicely done.
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Cheers Brendan.
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That ending slaps, in the good, slang way!
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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A very poignant response to the painting, Kim, with a great closing line.
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Thank you, Merril.
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You’re welcome, Kim.
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the poem is grounded beautifully from the start, with:
Things past and present
are linked by a thread and I
am in the middle holding
it all together
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Thank you, Kim.
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Stuck in the middle, we are. I love the imagery you create here, Kim:
“a little white horse
past a lightning tree” —
Fantastic.
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Thanks so much, Dora!
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