In the wild configuration
of a Norfolk night,
where weather
smells like peat and moss,
we are at peace—
Until we are woken
by snow-light through blinds,
dazzling our eyes,
everything needled
with ice as if speckled with stars.
So we venture out
to stare at the whiteness—
instead we are met
with watermelon sky
turning colours like a kaleidoscope.
In that moment
we are like icy auroras
shimmering and drenched
in particles
that are smashing the Norfolk night.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd February 2026

It’s the first Tuesday and Poetics in February and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are writing simile poems with Dora, who says that there’s “nothing like a well-turned phrase with a simile that makes us smile with pure joy at its relatability”.
Dora reminds us of what a simile is, why and how we use them, and gives us a wide range of examples.
Whatever the subject we choose, Dora would like us to use the rhetorical device of a simile: all the way through our poems like Brimhall; or one or two to bring our poetry to full effect, whether in the beginning, middle, or end; or use it like Ciardi to structure the whole of our poems, enlarging on a single image of comparison.
Your similes are enthralling, or I should say, add to the overall enthrallment of the poem, where the weather harbors such beauty. Thank you for sharing it with us, Kim.
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Ah, thank you for your appreciative comment, Dora.
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I love it… and love how you manage to capture the aurora… love the thought of a watermelon sky.
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Thank you so much, Björn.
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This is so, so beautiful.
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Thank you so much, Lisa.
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I love those speckled starts – a treat of images – Jae
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Thank you, Jae. That’s the joy of living in the countryside.
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you, Maria.
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Kim, I like how you used your poetic paintbrush to dab on your imaginative similes. Stepping outside into another world so deftly done.
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Thank you, Lisa. That’s what it was like along the North Norfolk coast a few weeks ago.
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful imagery, Kim.
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Many thanks, Jay.
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The subject is uncommmon (seems so to me, but I’m writing from Florida), so building a poetic bridge to it finds ample nail and rope in simile. Weather that “smells like peat and moss” invokes for me ancient, durable time — one drowses in it — only to waken to “snow-light” “needled with ice as if speckled with stars.” (Excellent.) And that is just proscenium to the main event of a “watermelon sky / turning colors like a kaleidoscope.” There’s something shamanic in becoming so enveloped in that auroral wonder “smashing the Norfolk night.” I am surely there, rapt and applauding.
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Thank you kindly, Brendan. We were blessed to have a sprinkling of snow, hard frost and the northern lights all at the same time.
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‘watermelon sky’ how beautiful Kim 🩷
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Cheers Ange!
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Wow, that “watermelon sky” is delicious, Kim! We traveled to Alaska last summer (no auroras visible) but came back home to Iowa to see the Northern Lights from our own drive way!
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Thank you, Lynn. I’m glad you got to see the Northern Lights.
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This is dazzling, Kim! So full of gorgeous imagery. I love watermelon sky,
and this conclusion:
“we are like icy auroras
shimmering and drenched
in particles”
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Thank you very much, dear Merril.
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You’re very welcome, Kim! 💙
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Your poem reads like an aesthetically pleasing watercolor I want to put up on my wall to keep looking over at when I need a glimpse of beauty. ❤ Thank you for this.
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What a lovely comment, Jennifer. Thank you very much.
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Great poem. Sounds wonderful. Great descriptions.
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Thank you so much, Rebecca.
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Really beautiful, Kim.
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Thank you very much, Dwight.
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You are very welcome!
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A sensual and magical write Kim. Awesome 👏
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Thank you so much, Shaun!
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Gorgeous poem, Kim!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thank you very much, Yvette!
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Oh Kim, you have a way with words. I especially love the imagery of”snow-light through blinds, dazzling our eyes, / everything needled / with ice as if speckled with stars”. The “watermelon sky” was a beautiful surprise.
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Thank you so much, Mish!
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Ah Kim, you wowed all the senses with your gorgeous imagery!
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Thank you very much, Punam!
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My pleasure, Kim.
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MY GOODNESS!! What a gorgeous poem. You brought the Norfolk winter to us in the most lovely way …. I am so sorry I did not get to your part of the world during all my UK travels.
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Thank you, Helen!
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