Stave 9 The nettle shirt reminded Elisa of the ten she must still knit For her eleven brothers; and the promise to keep her lips Sealed: the lips that smiled and kissed the hand of the king, Who embraced her and ordered bells to ring, Announcing a royal wedding: she was to be his queen. […]
Month: March 2016
Once in a Blue Moon
I am reposting a poem from 31st July 2015 for the dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight #168 Cushioned in the hand of night The blue moon drowned out All but the brightest stars Bounced off broken glass in the roadside Formed pearls in the water of lakes Gushed like spilt champagne Across the waves of oceans Sculptured […]
Mother Tongue
My response to Carpe Diem #941 Heart, inspired by Kristjaan’s introduction. native mother tongue umbilical cord of words poet’s soul-anchor © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.wattpad.com
The Unicorn Quest
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale Prompt #57 – Quest Princess Primrose was spoilt, Her tantrums were loud, King Persimmon was at a loss. Without his beloved wife at his side, His daughter was winning the toss. At fifteen she was old enough To walk up the aisle as a bride, So her […]
Crying Wolf
My response to Carpe Diem #940 blossom howling at the moon in silver desperation lonely crying wolf © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on hexabeast.deviantart.com
Selfie
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #22: Monotetra A nearby church clock chimed midnight, She moved her face into the light And hoped that she had got it right For his delight, for his delight. She checked her buttons were undone, It had to be a perfect one. The camera clicked, a loaded […]
Forest
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille- Forest summer breeze stirs trees rippling lilies in a pool crystal reflection © Kim M. Russell, 2016
New Soil
Driving back from this morning’s Bounce and Rhyme session at the local library, I passed a field in the process of being ploughed, which inspired this poem. feathery flock a splash of white g u l l s CRASH of wing waves against rich brown earth churned and cr um bl ing studded with […]
On First Seeing ‘Praying Hands’ by Dürer
When I first saw those honest hands, the bones and veins, the cross-hatched lines, fingertips together, gently clasped in prayer, captured in ink, I think I began to understand spirituality. Oh, to draw such a hand! © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Shakespeare’s Hands
A sonnet as my first, slightly whimsical, response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Can You Give Me a Hand? The young man’s hands were slender, quick and strong, Composing sonnets to his unknown muse, Creating worlds in drama and in song To challenge the emotions and amuse. The busy writer’s hands were stained with […]
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