I lay myself bare On a blank page Of white paper Or a computer screen, Scribbling or tapping Black symbols into shape In random rhythms that writhe Beneath my fingers, Syncopate My heart beat, Editing my soul. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Day: January 7, 2016
Wreck of a Schooner
In the darkest gloom A cannon’s boom Blew into dreams from elsewhere, Roused by the raging storm And the wreck of a schooner, The promise of cargo Washed onto the beach By the swollen sea. Breakers bore down, Rolling in interminable hosts, A torrent of foamy ghosts, The only sounds of wind and whales, And […]
Cat Philosophy
A bit of fun on a rainy Thursday A gentle head butt After a successful night’s hunting And all I hear is Look what the cat dragged in A bird A mouse A juicy worm I’m just teaching my surrogate family How to hunt © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Eustacia
Inspired by a character in Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native Queen of the night, her hair was winter-dark, a raven trapped in the thorns of Victorian values; raw material of a divinity, she kept herself apart. They thought her a wanton witch: lonely wanderer on the night-cloaked heath, dancer on the Rainbarrow, longing […]
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