Not yet full,
she continues to
grow
and glow,
her petals unfold,
silver and slow,
unscented
in the night’s dome.
Anchored to Earth
she cannot roam
but she will wax gibbous
among constellations,
a single bloom
until she wanes and fades
a flower moon.
Kim M. Russell,4th May 2026
It’s the first Monday in May and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are writing quadrilles with Lillian – the word is ‘bloom’.
writing in north norfolk 
Had to look up “gibbous”….and wow! What an illustration. Love this ending:”a single bloomuntil she wanes and fadesa flower moon.”
I shall look at the full moon a bit differently now. 🙂
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Thankyou so much, Lill.
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I love the ending… it was so unexpected that it was a moon (so sad that she didn’t have a scent)
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Thank you, Björn.
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Such a fitting tribute to May’s full moon which is indeed flower moon! Love it, Kim and the pic too.
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Thankyou very much, Punam!
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My pleasure, Kim.
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Gorgeous use of imagery here, Kim! Wow! 😍 I love; “Anchored to Earth she cannot roam but she will wax gibbous among constellations.” ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa! 💕
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You’re most welcome 🌸❤️
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Very evocative, I enjoyed how your words transitioned t=with the moon phases!Developed and crafted perfectly, awesome quadrille, KIm!
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Love your flower moon bloom, Kim!🌸🌕
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Amazing, marvelous blending of near/far into one beautiful. flowing verse. Thanks.
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Stunning, Kim!
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Love the imagery Kim – it’s a quiet poem that allows me to sit in that “night’s dome” right along with you 💕
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Kim this is stunning!!! I love the way you tease us until the end and we find the flower moon.
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I adore moon poems. I tried to catch a glimpse of the flower moon last Friday night but too many clouds rolled in.
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Brilliant!
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