Why do you follow me,
grasp my hand, pulling constantly
towards a perpetual downpour?
I don’t want to drown with you and your
black felt hat, from which rain spills
in dank cataracts or rills.
How does it feel to never dry?
Although your fish-eyes
are closed, I feel
your stare. Slippery as an eel,
you swim nightmarishly through
my restless sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
but fear that you will eat it whole.
Kim M. Russell, 20th October 2026

This Tuesday’s Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub is hosted by Melissa – with a haunting.
She says that when looking around for spooky paintings, since it is spooky season, she came across a list of “reportedly haunted” works of art and thought it might be fun to compose poems about them. She adds that some of the paintings are just as creepy as the strange tales surrounding them. She’s right about that!
Melissa has shared three paintings from which we should choose any one and compose a poem of 31 lines or fewer. She asks, “What misfortunes do the artworks stir in you, the viewer?”
I chose ‘Rain Woman’ by Ukrainian artist Svetlana Telets. I like the rainy colours in the background and the pale woman with elongated features, a long neck, wearing a large black hat as she stands in the rain, which I think looks as if she is drowning. Apparently, the artist claimed that “for months leading up to her painting, she felt an invisible presence watching her constantly. She claims to have felt an invisible force guide her hand like a puppeteer while creating it.”
What drew me to Telets’ painting was that it was “purchased and returned multiple times by buyers who reported the painting caused them to experience insomnia, nightmares, and an eery sensation of being watched. Some even claimed that a shadowy figure followed them through their homes.”
The imagery of eels and wetness came through so much. This made me shiver and being glad that for the last few days it has been very little rain
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Apologies for making you shiver, Björn. We’re having more than our fair share of rain at the moment,
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I am sure it will be blowing our way too… but not all rain reach the east-coast.
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Oh dear, this has the right amount of tension, definitely, very good poetry…I should not have read it, as I chose the same painting, and must not let it influence...why do you follow me …indeed…
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Cheers Ain! I look forward to reading yours.
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Bravo!!!
Much love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you!
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I’ll bet she has fish eyes behind those eyelids, too!
I loved this: “you swim nightmarishly through
my restless sleep” !!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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I really like this poem, especially the stare slippery as an eel. Great last line.
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Thanks so much, Maria.
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A killer end line – if you will pardon the pun – you truly bring the sinister figure to life – Jae
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Thank you, Jae. I love a good pun!
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OOOh, those “fish eyes “and “slippery as an eel” instill fear that culminates in a twist to familiar bedtime prayer…good one, Kim!
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…we wrote on same painting which evoked similar feelings in our poems 🙂
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I’m about to start reading and commenting, Lynn. I look forward to yours.
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Thank you so much, Lynn!
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Great poetry Kim, I love how you draw me in, just as the painting itself draws us in to its depths… dark 💞
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Thank you very much, Suzanne. 💕
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You’re welcome Kim 💞
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Great description of the feeling it involves.
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Thank you, Jay.
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That poor woman with her water-prune flesh … I must play with this image as well. Yours is superb.
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Thank you so much, Marilyn. I’m about to read and comment, and I look forward to reading yours.
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Love your ending..
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Thank you, Judy!
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So visceral. I would never buy that painting. I don’t even want to look at it. 😂 These lines made me squirm:
“How does it feel to never dry?
Although your fish-eyes
are closed, I feelyour stare. Slippery as an eel,
you swim nightmarishly through
my restless sleep.”
I’m glad it’s very sunny here today! 😊
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Yikes! Thanks for the nightmare. lol
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What an ending! I love that you give words to the folklore surrounding the painting, as well as the image of the woman.
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Thank you so much, Melissa!
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Eels, fish- eyes, rain ooh er missis – a right spooky jaunt…
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That it is!
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Very wet poem. You bring that part out very well. Well done Kim!
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Cheers Stew!
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