There are jackdaws in the garden
playing hide-and-seek
in the willow and the birch
congregating
jabbering
flying
jet-black jazz hands
flapping
signing
communicating the message
that autumn is already knocking
on the year’s door
warning us that leaves
and acorns will
fall once more
Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2025

It’s Monday and at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing quadrilles, poems of exactly 44 words, with De, who asks ‘Shall we jabber on?’
De wants us to ‘jam some form of the word ‘jabber’into our quadrilles, reminding us that it means to talk rapidly and excitedly with little sense, and giving us examples of how we can use it.
Those birds do do a lot of ‘jabbering’, but they are right – it won’t be long, but I’m hanging on to the summer as long as I can – great quadrille Kim🙌
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Thank you, Ange. With any luck we’ll have an Indian summer.
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Yes I’m keeping my fingers crossed Kim 😊
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I find August to be my favorite part of summer… so please jackdaws let it last a bit more.
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I’m hoping for an Indian summer this year.
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Splendid. My crows are saying the same thing 🐦⬛
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Thanks Marilyn!
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Oh, Kim!
THIS is just a stunning visual:
“jet-black jazz hands”
I shall always think of them as this, from now on. FANTASTIC.
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Thank you so much, De! I usually hear the jackdaws first, and then they just kind of explode from the trees!
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Yes, those jazz hands – Ah how I enjoy this poem, reminding me of Norfolk’s attractions.
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Clattering is a great word for what they are doing. They are right, it’s just around the corner.
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nice one!!!
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you!
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The katydids here are jabbering that same message. Lovely!
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Thank you, Susan!
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It’s hard to imagine autumn will be here so soon….. Lovely quadrille, Kim!
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Thank you, Nolcha!
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Lovely poem about the transition of seasons.
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Thank you, Maria.
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Thanks to your poem I learned the meaning of ‘jazz hands’. 🙏
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That makes me happy, Shaun.
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So nicely done! I am completely unacquainted with jackdaws, but now I feel I have a strong sense of them.
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Thankyou, Rosemary. Jackdaws are such characters. I’ve loved them since reading the poem ‘The Jackdaw of Rheims’ at school.
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Excellent! 👏🏾👏🏾
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Thank you, Stew!
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Fabulous–your words paint a picture, and sing too!
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Thanks so much, Rene.
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You’re welcome!
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Love your poem..and your illustration. The word jackdaw is a poem in itself but in this case has drawn other wonderful words to it.
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Thank you, Judy. I’ve loved jackdaws since learning the poem ‘The Jackdaw of Rheims’ at school.
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I just read it for the first time. Is it just coincidence that the horrible anti-black laws in the South were “Jim Crow” Laws? This is the name given the Jackdaw in “The Jackdawof Rheims.”
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The term ‘Jim Crow’ in ‘The Jackdaw of Rheims’ refers to the canonization of the jackdaw and is a playful name given by the monks, which is unrelated to the Jim Crow laws of the American South.
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Yes I realized that but wonder how that term came to be used later in such a horrible way.
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My birthday comes in early fall and it’s my favorite season
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Mine too, Jay.
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Oops.. my last comment got cut off. This is what I discovered: The name “Jim Crow” for the laws enforcing racial segregation in the United States originated from a minstrel show character created by Thomas Dartmouth “Daddy” Rice in the 1830s. Rice’s character, “Jim Crow,” was a caricature of a Black man, often portrayed as clumsy, dim-witted, and subservient. This character became widely popular and the term “Jim Crow” was eventually adopted as a derogatory term for Black people, and then for the laws and customs that enforced racial segregation.
Obviously, I prefer your unrealted “JimCrow” story..
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THe Jackdaw of Rheims was published a little later, in 1840, by Richard Harris, an English cleric of the Church of England, a novelist and a humorous poet. He was known generally by his pseudonym Thomas Ingoldsby and as the author of The Ingoldsby Legends.
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you capture so many natural wonders in your 44 words! Jae
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Thank you, Jae.
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Beautiful, Kim. Thankfully summer is waning!
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Thanks Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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I can’t wait for fall and for our clouds of jabbering crows migrating from the Walmart parking lot over to the convenience store for winter warm weather. Thank you for your very wonderful poem.
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Thank you kindly, Aaron.
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You are very welcome.
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I wasn’t familiar with jackdaws until reading and googling, so thanks for that. I like the idea of these lovely creatures spreading the news of Autumn’s arrival. Especially love this..
“jet-black jazz hands
flapping
signing”
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Thank you, Mish!
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Full of noise and life, Kim! Especially enjoyed
‘jet-black jazz hands
flapping
signing’
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Thank you so much, Carol!
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Love how your “jet-black jazz hands” turn the garden into a little stage for autumn’s arrival, Kim! 🎷
~David
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Thank you, David!
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i love your poem full of busy birds! I am feeling earth turning towards fall where i live too. Summer goes fast, this year sadly full of wildfires.
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Thank you, Sherry. We’ve had wildfires this year, too, even here in Norfolk.
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”jet-black jazz hands”
I also like this.🖤
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I love, “jet-back jazz hands”!
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Thank you, Sara.
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