Love for Nothing found in ‘Le Monocle de Mon Oncle’ a poem by Wallace Stevens I mocked myself alone, A thinking stone In a sea of spuming thoughts. A bird sought out his choir Of wind, wet and wing, A much-crumpled thing: The end of love For nothing. Apples, like skulls, Came rotting to […]
Day: November 22, 2015
Nature’s Finery
Fiery autumn tints Have been extinguished By the storm, Slipping into winter In its decaying form. But in amongst the hedgerows And branches of the trees Hawthorn, holly and rose hips glow, A burst of sunset colours – Nature’s finery. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Back to Black
a cliché poem Back to black: the black comedy of a black soul black as night in a black hole a black sheep blackballed and blackmailed in the black raven black ink black paint it black on a black day under a black cloud black and proud black is beautiful black is magic Who […]
Chiming in a Wintry Sunday
A silvery secret melody Of sleet on silence Stirs me From my sleep In morning’s murk Rain crystallises Tunefully Into minuscule bells Blown in On an Arctic blast Chiming in a wintry Sunday © Kim M. Russell, 2015
writing in north norfolk 