Memories of a Summer Garden The summer garden Was ablaze with shapes and hues, Bursts, swirls and patches, A feast of flaming colour Fresh from an artist’s palette © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.thetimes.co.uk Claude Monet in his garden at Giverny. Photo by Getty Images
Month: January 2016
A tanka after a short break
Norfolk Flatland Flatland is broken By churches, the odd windmill And broken-backed trees Horizon dipping away Under an expansive sky © Kim M. Russell, 2016
January Moon
The January moon Will be a cold one A new moon A snow moon Its waxing A warning Of frosty mornings Energy renewed In the winter sun And the first signs Of spring © Kim M. Russell, 2016 A brief, simple post this morning as I have an early start and a day of training […]
The Tree of Life
My response to Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes prompt for Challenge #8. The boab slumped in the middle of a corral like a fat clown. Leah cowered behind her ma. ‘No need to be scared, little one,’ Ma said. ‘It’s only a tree.’ ‘But it’s upside down, Ma.’ ‘That’s what makes it magic,’ said Ma. […]
Winter Rising
My response to Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge: a poem on the theme of winter. Early morning frost laced Leaves and grass Bejewelled cobwebs Glittered as we passed Our words hung breathless In the frozen air And then melted away In the early sun’s glare. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
Limerick
My response to Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge: a limerick featuring the word ‘scrabble’ that only works if you’re British! A Scrabble player from Nunhead Was anxious to pick up a Z; He felt deep in the sack, Kept throwing them back And got stuck with a Q instead. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Editing my Soul
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
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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