A found poem from Chapter 4 of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce Hallowed anew with an early mass the raw morning air and the zeal of prayer fearful of purgatorial fire the murmur of the priest from the altar among the few worshippers and columns of incense […]
Month: December 2015
The Oxen
by Thomas Hardy Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us […]
The Santa Claus letter by Tove Jansson
I am a huge Tove Jansson fan and when I found this on the Moomin website, I decided to share it with you for Christmas Eve. Back in 1963, Tove Jansson sat down and composed a beautiful Christmas letter illustrations and all. It was put together as if it was written by Santa Claus himself […]
Drawing the Curtains on Twilight
At half past three The moon is opaque In the watery sky A thin thumbnail Marking a point in the long day A soft veil A no time In between now And drawing the curtain on twilight © Kim M. Russell, 2015
The end of the fir tree’s tale
Stave 4 The next morning, The fir tree waited To be decorated, But it was dragged to the attic, Amongst trunks and boxes, With rats and mice for company. At first, the mice were friendly, Scurrying in and out of its branches, Listening to its stories. But eventually, they disappeared And the tree was all […]
Locksmith
My response to Sacha Black’s #WRITESPIRATION 72 A STORY IN 120 SECONDS Locksmithery is an ancient craft: the first locks were found in Nineveh and Egypt; Romans wore keys on their fingers, showing off their wealth, rich enough to keep their treasures under lock and key. Locksmithery is a mysterious craft: magical, when you think of thieves […]
Kissing Bough
My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s Seven Days Before Christmas 2015 #6 mistletoe Evergreen beauty Innocent mistle berries In a kissing bough Feeding birds and spreading seeds Of joy in Christmas kisses © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on Pinterest
The Fir Tree continues
Stave 3 By Christmas, The fir tree had grown Into such a dark green tree, It was first to be chopped down; The axe bit deep and keen And it toppled with a groan. On a horse-drawn sleigh, The tree was driven into town, To a house where servants in livery Carried it to […]
Christmas Snow Poem by John Calvert
Originally posted on BLAZE: Mid Cheshire Stanza:
SNOW CLEARING All day we met the snow, on every curve Each locked white cutting, as we heaved the weight Three coupled engines, plough at either end We sliced the edge of air with loco breath Rasping as pistons kicked compacted white And stuttering drive wheels spun on…
Great Grandmother
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #92 Held in fragile arms Caressed by arthritic hands New branch has been born Sprung from the family tree Old and young blessed by the sun (Awarded 1st Place) Great Grandmother by SFC Lance Widner – Division 1 (Active Duty Military) CC BY 2.0 […]
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