Artists capture fleeting moments,
but their impressions might remain for ever.
Thus we feel the chill of snow and night air.
We’re drawn from here to there,
towards warm light.
The shadowy figure crossing the bridge
appears to stumble
or slip on the icy pavement,
drunk perhaps.
We cannot see his face,
but he seems determined,
late for an assignation, angry, seeking
company, or is he fleeing?
Is he an abuser
or perhaps a murderer?
The powerful magnetic light of the public house
burns, the fug of beer and tobacco seeping
and mingling with icy fog.
Who’s to say he will not carry on walking,
this man without a dog?
Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2025

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Bequest of Grenville L. Winthrop
It’s Sunday, the 27th day of NaPoWriMo; the daily resource is the online collection of the Harvard Art Museums and the optional prompt is based on by W.H. Auden’s ‘Musée des Beaux Arts’, which took its inspiration from a very particular painting: Breughel’s ‘Landscape with the Fall of Icarus’.
Our challenge is to write poems that describe detail in a painting, and begin, like Auden’s poem, with a grand, declarative statement.
I explored the online collection of the Harvard Art Museums and found a painting by Whistler, whose work I admire. I particularly like the way he names them after piano compositions; he was the first to apply the term to night scenes in paintings.
Also linked to the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night on 5th June 2025 as we’ve just had an ekphrastic prompt from Melissa.
The impressive way you write to these amazing prompts (too difficult if you ask me) have me mesmerized perpetually, Kim. Thanks for the honor of letting me read your work here. I love how you ended this poem. A man without a dog (even a stray) is completely and utterly alone. What a poor soul. Thanks for this joy of reading you. Blessings on your Sunday.
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Thank you so much, Selma, for your close reading and appreciation.
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What a beautifully evocative piece! Your poem captures the haunting atmosphere of Whistler’s painting with such depth and intrigue. The shadowy figure, the icy streets, and the magnetic pull of the light create a vivid narrative, leaving readers to ponder the mystery and emotion behind the scene. A stunning tribute to art and its storytelling power!
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Thank you kindly!
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Love the questions in this poem. No matter who this character is, you captured his loneliness so well.
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Thank you, Romana.
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I love how you set up a mood of mystery and despair. You’re an amazing writer!
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Thank you so very much, Nolcha!
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Oh, this is so atmospheric, and I love the way you speculate on the strange mission of a man walking in such weather without even having a dog with him… it is strange to read it in this wonderful season though
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Thank you, Björn. I’ve linked up early because I might not be around this evening.
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Kim, I love the question at the end. There is something bearing notice in such a figure.
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Thank you, Lisa.
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You’re welcome. Just read about Mojo. So sorry to hear the end is near. Mojo will have this summer ❤
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Thank you, Lisa. I’m dreading the end.
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❤
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This is stunning work done, Kim! 😍 I love the way you have captured the haunting atmosphere of Whistler’s painting here especially “tobacco seeping and mingling with icy fog.” ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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You’re most welcome 😘
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Sympathies about Mojo! Keep on walking Kim.
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Thank you!
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Who’ to say, indeed. I so enjoyed the story you painted for us. I am so sorry about your beloved Mojo. I know how hard it is to lose a beloved pet. Enjoy the remaining time you have with her.
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Thank you, Jennifer. Mojo’s snuggled up on my lap and purring at the moment.
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*Who’s
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Oh my, I was thinking lonely but determined when I saw you said that. I adore the last line.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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You have spun a complete story from this painting Kim – I loved the pub description – though pleasanter to be in now, pubs have lost something of their fug with the banning of tobacco…
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Cheers Andrew. I haven’t been to a pub in quite a while. Our local isn’t as cosy as it used to be.
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There are echoes, in tone and rhythm – in language register, of great poets in your write – but also this is seen through feminine eyes, and brought home the difference…would I hve been fearful, momentarily, as a male? Perhaps, ys, though here one senses the artist exploring the mment to paint with words. This form is so difficult, ut here done so adroitly, smoothly. Bursting with atmosphere.
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Thank you, Ain, for your kind comments.
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I love the idea that art is moments captured forever! A great poem, Kim with great unanswered questions. A very unique painting.
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Thanks so much, Dwight!
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You are welcome, my friend!
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Love your vivid imagery, the air of mystery and the loneliness evoked. Fantastic work, Kim.
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Thank you very much, Punam.
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Thank you for introducing me to the riches of NaPo etc which hithertofore had seemed like a string of symbols for the chemical elements… I had no idea Whistler had so many NAMES.
You put so much endeavour into your poems, Kim, not to say they are laboured – they flow with consummate ease, while also having spell-binding enquiry.
May you and Mojo continue to comfort one another just now. You’ll know when she’s ready to leave you. Love to you x
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Thank you so much, Kathy. It was Whistler who helped me win The Chase back a few years ago.
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An incredible ekphrastic poem, Kim! The man gives me the chills.
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Thank you, Nolcha. He is rather sinister, isn’t he?
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We do hope the person has reached home safe with grace;
Does she/he have a dog in the first place?
It may be a “she” for what do we know?
She may have been blind or forgotten where to go?
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An excellent response to the painting Kim
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Thank you, Kim.
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You have brought us all right into the painting, Kim. I love the way you explore the possible motivations of the man–and the question at the end. Beautifully done!
I like Whistler, too.
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Thanks so much, Merril!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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I love your reading of this painting, Kim, the way you see into it. The title too is so apt and the first couplet says it all.
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Thanks so much, Nina.
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