Translation of a poem by Stefan Zweig I love each first anxious caress, Still part question and already part trust, Because after them more hours press, Like pillars into our lives they thrust. They are the scent of the briefest flower’s palpation, A quick glance, a smile, a gentle hand – They crackle like […]
Day: December 14, 2015
Fingerprints
A tanka prompted by businessinrhyme’s daily verse with purpose Ingrained in ridges Poems are our fingerprints Arches, loops and whorls Ink and creativity Individuality ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
A response to Carpe Diem #877
Winter Willow Wept Winter willow wept Shedding tears of leaves Not a sound was heard ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
Holly Tree
The holly tree bears berries As red as any blood Adding colour To dark days of Yule Nature’s jagged crown of thorns Silhouetted against the low winter sun Pagan protection From lightning and witches Delineation For farmers’ ditches Burns with passion And fertility Nature’s glossy Christmas tree © Kim M. Russell, 2015
The final stave of
The Little Match Girl Stave 4 The little match girl struck another Match against the wall; From its flame her grandmother Shone bright, glittering and mild. ‘Take me with you!’ cried the child. ‘When the match is spent, You’ll be gone.’ Her numb fingers fumbled As she struck the matches Remaining in the bundle, One […]
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