My response to MindLoveMisery’s Writing Prompt #144 “Collage 16″ They woke up to espresso In aquamarine cups Black and strong Nothing could go wrong She sat on his knee In a hotel room in Tuscany After a night of pasta and wine The floor boards creaked Under their feet Everything was beautiful And nothing hurt […]
Month: January 2016
Saddleworth Moor
This poem is rather dark and morbid for a Sunday morning, but I have been thinking about it for a long time. I was reminded of it by a recent article I read about Saddleworth Moor and recalled the impact the moors murderers, Brady and Hindley, had on me as a child – the personification of bogeymen […]
Dawn’s Shipwreck
My response to Haiku Horizons prompt “sleep” Drifting in slumber Morpheus pulls me under diving into dreams Surfacing from deep altered consciousness of sleep rising sun stirs me Lifting languid lids broken shards of sleep amid dawn’s shipwreck of sheets © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.posterlounge.co.uk
Plum Blossom
My response to Carpe Diem #906 Ume-no-hana (ume flower) Scent of plum blossom Wavering on a spring breeze Whisper of petals Washed away by gentle rain Certain they will bloom again © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
Universal Truth
Children must be allowed To make of their lives what they will. Let them make mistakes, Share disappointments, hopes and thrills. Let them choose which friends to make: Some will come and some will go; The best remain through everything; And most of all they have to know The same applies to lovers – Broken […]
The End of January
The moody hues and Seascapes of January Have come to an end First days of February Emerge with daffodil shoots © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Ludwig’s Friday Morning
No tongue in the bell and the fishwives yell but they might as well be mute. The composer cannot hear his maidservant arguing about a basket of fresh trout or the striking of hooves on the cobbles outside. As far as he is concerned there is no outside. He lives in a world of muffled […]
A Cup of Jasmine Tea
My tanka in response to Carpe Diem #905 Throw That Pebble #3 drinking tea fragrant steam rises hovers above the tea cup waiting for two lips to press against porcelain and taste sweet jasmine flowers © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on boisdejasmin.com
Vacant Birdhouse
My response to dVerse Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft poetry prompt. I used this image to inspire a poem I posted back in October and have used the original poem as a springboard into Imagism. The vacancy of a weather-bleached birdhouse hanging low from the gnarled branch of an aged apple tree is […]
The Wild Swans
Stave 2 Elisa thought of her brothers’ eyes As she searched for swans in the changing skies. When the warmth of the sun touched her cheeks, She was reminded of their kisses. Days turned into weeks, Each the same as the one before, and then into years, But time could not quell the princess’s […]
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