Under the bone
of a mist-whirled fading moon,
skeletal flowers are drip-laden,
rotting yellow stars
against the rain-glistened
brown of soggy loam.
Drifting through the mist-layered morning,
soft as a whisper
tangled with chimney smoke,
the descant of birdsong,
and a fox’s tenor bark.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd November 2025
For this week’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub with De we are taking our poems for a whirl around the block. Yes, the word to include in our poems of exactly 44 words is ‘whirl’.
De has shared an example of a whirling poem by William Wordsworth and a quotation from Leonardo da Vinci to inspire our quadrilles.
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Such incredible word choices here, Kim. I especially love “tangled with chimney smoke.”
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Thank you so much, De!
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This is stellar… love the beauty of the late autumn visuals…
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Thanks so much, Björn!
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reading two delightful poems – one encased in the other hence
“Under the bone skeletal flowers are drip-laden,
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Thank you, Laura!
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Thanks from me too for pointing this out, and so increasing my pleasure in Kim’s wondrous words.
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Whisper, tangling with smoke, birdsong, and fox bark: Yumimagery.
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Thank you very much, Ron!
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As always, your words are a visionary experience of the marvelous ordinary. Simply beautiful.
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Thank you so much, Dora!
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Kim, I love the enchanting hyphenated veils in your poem. You’ve spun the wet autumn just right here, on your early morning walk (guessing.) Under the bone of the moon, wow.
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Thank you, Lisa. Your lovely comments are much appreciated.
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You’re welcome, Kim ❤
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Just gorgeous! You always manage not only to delight but also surprise.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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honestly? too perfect for words! ❤
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Thankyou, Ren.
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I love misty mornings. Nicely done, Kim. Love the picture too!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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Beautiful – that moon is almost full and playing with my emotions.
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Thank you, Truedessa.
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You have created a stellar scene in just 44 words. I appreciate the mixture of senses.
I especially like,
“Drifting through the mist-layered morning,
soft as a whisper
tangled with chimney smoke,”
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Thank you very much, Ali.
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wow stunning poem Kim so many beautiful images
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Thank you so much, Marja.
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“mist-whirled fading moon,”
I wish i had written that.
BRAVO!!
much♡love
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Thanks so much, Gillena.
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I really like these lines:
“Drifting through the mist-layered morning,
soft as a whisper
tangled with chimney smoke,..”
This is a very nice poem.
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Thank you so much, Aaron.
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Reliving my non-tropical past with this picture and poem. Nicely written. 👏
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Thank you, Shaun.
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Kim, that “mist-whirled fading moon” feels like memory made visible — fragile, haunting, and utterly alive.
~David
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Thank you, David.
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🤗
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