Stave 3 Elisa wept and sadly crept Out of her father’s castle. Not knowing whether to turn left or right, She wandered over marsh and field, Into the forest and the night, Where she found soft moss to lay her head, Said her prayers and went to bed. She watched the glow worms shimmering […]
Month: February 2016
Children of the Cosmos
My response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #82 Star&Child Counting newborn stars Each a child of the cosmos Sparkling innocence © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on A Nursery for Newborn Stars in the Prawn Nebula – The New York Times http://www.nytimes.com
More about my neighbourhood
For this week’s edition of Jacqueline’s ‘Echoes of My Neighbourhood’ #8, I have photographs of two quintessentially British landmarks. Last week I shared pictures of our village sign, a huge oak in the centre of the village and fields in the flat landscape of Norfolk. I also mentioned a pub and a church. Outside the pub there […]
Message of Spring
My response to Carpe Diem Special #195 Hamish Managua Gunn’s first “full snow moon” Winter’s tapestry of branches, bark and damp earth is torn asunder by emerging shoots and buds a silent message of spring © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on pixabay.com
Reflections on a Train
I know that I wrote in a previous post that I was down to writing one poem a day, but I couldn’t resist responding to dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday #6 This is the last post of the day – honestly! I love train journeys and make regular trips between Norwich and London, as well as to Cardiff. I […]
The Sweetness of Primroses
I am down to one poem a day due to working on the second draft of a story for a competition and preparing to revise Joe and Nelly. Today I decided to write a response to Carpe Diem #909 Sweetness Simple and yellow Primroses are sweet flowers In a woodland glade Shyly dancing […]
A Da Vinci Ode
Bastard child of Tuscany Gliding on the thermals Of your own artistry Your paradoxical Mushrooming mind Spawned myriads of sketches Tumbling into your daily margins Fantastical flying machines Mechanisms of war And perfect brushstrokes A gentle ray of sunlight On the face of the Madonna Or the smile of the Mona Lisa You bridged art […]
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