Stave 1 Bareheaded and barefoot, Frozen to the bone, A little match girl walked In the wintry night alone; She had lost her slippers In the deepening snow. The pocket of her apron, Ragged, thin and wet, Held a bundle of matches Waiting to be lit. She feared a painful beating – She hadn’t […]
Day: November 23, 2015
Leaning
A Monday morning haiku Above ancient bones Embraced by soil, roots and worms Cold stones are leaning © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Unbidden Itchiness of the Mind
Murky morning brings furtive sparks, Unbidden itchiness of the mind, Blurry notions niggle in the dark, Wrangling about rhyme, Wrestling to escape Before the stanza Collapses. Once, As the sun rose, I tried to tie Its rich ribbons Into knots and bows Of orderly imagery – Tangling knots gagged me, Reduced Aurora into A single […]
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