It’s never silent among the reeds
and water lilies: inquisitive swans
gliding in a boat’s wake hiss
and honk; there’s the bittern’s boom,
an otter’s splash, and a breeze
whistles through overhanging leaves.
Passing boats rumble, blast their horns
by the bridge, the tide slaps
at moored-up craft rocking
and swaying in the moorings.
But at sundown, everything is quiet
in anticipation of an owl duet,
when deer and foxes start to bark
their own night music in the dark.
Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2025

On day fourteen of this year’s NaPoWriMo, the featured resource is the online gallery of the Rijksmuseum, and the optional prompt inspired by a poem by Kay Ryan, entitled ‘Crustacean Island’.
“Ryan’s poem invites us to imagine the ‘music’ of a place without people in it. So today, try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there. Sink into the sound of your location, and use a conversational tone. Incorporate slant rhymes (near or off-rhymes, like “angle” and “flamenco”) into your poem. And for an extra challenge – don’t reference birds or birdsong!”
I couldn’t avoid the birds, there are so many around here!
Also linked to Mish’s noise prompt at the dVerse Poets Pub on 26th August 2025.
Wonderful! I was right there in the reeds.
LikeLike
Ooh, I love that ending! Very evocative atmosphere.💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much, Romana!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very atmospheric. You captured the sights and sounds perfectly!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Nolcha!
LikeLike
Aww, nature’s noises sound very peaceful to me. This is beautiful and I loved your use of slant rhymes.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much, Mish.
LikeLike
there is nothing as quiet as nature, or so they say. I’ve never experienced silence in nature, only in relationships. Thank you very much for your poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for commenting, Aaron,
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure of course.
LikeLike
Beautiful, Kim. I enjoyed my boat ride with you, listening to all the sounds around!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Dwight.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome. Kim.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I enjoyed this quiet, reflective piece. Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for reading and commenting, Stefan.
LikeLiked by 1 person
All the aural synomics hissing, splashing, whistling and honking make for noisy fare on the Norfolk Broads — weaving them as you do makes for a poem bursting with life.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Brendan. It is just like that here. The best sounds.
LikeLike
Nature’s noise so preferable to man’s.
LikeLiked by 1 person
i hear all the noises
Nice one!
much♡love
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Gillena!
LikeLike
Nice and woodsy! ☺
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cheers Stew!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Kim, this one feels so peaceful to me. I love how the “bittern’s boom” and “an owl duet” layer the day’s noise into a natural symphony.
~David
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, David, for your appreciation.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🤗
LikeLike
A descriptive poem that draws me to that place, I want to embrace every aspect, so glorious.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hear it all, especially the owl’s duet!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sara. The best kinds of sounds.
LikeLike