Blowing its Own Horn

In the moment
before a poem comes,
and you feel its presence,
there’s a twinge of sadness,

because you know
that, once you’ve breathed in
its words and written
them down in some shape or form,

it’ll be out there
blowing its own horn.

Kim M. Russell,  1st June 2026

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On this first day of June, it’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, this week with Lisa, who has chosen the word ‘horn’ to include in our 44-word poems.

Lisa says that we may use any of the variations the word may take. Whether we “want to make music or horn in on a conversation; whether this time of year makes you horny, or you want to rub velvet off of them; whether hawthorns are in bloom, or thorns catch at your clothing on a walk down the path; whether your inkhorn needs filling, or your shaggy mane needs to be shorn, this word is for you.”

Lisa has also provided example of poems about horns or including the word ‘horn’ by Kwame Dawes, David Mason, Wordsworth and Jane Hirshfield.

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