My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #150 “The Lovers” Gemini roots and trunks entwined quickening lovemaking a bridge between soul and heart spanning earth and sky © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Month: March 2016
I will not go with the ferryman
I will not go with the ferryman, Into the endless night, Nor touch the dust grey shores, Where shades linger grieving. I will not listen to the clinking of silver, And the whispering of the dead, R… Source: I will not go with the ferryman by Jane Dougherty. I love this poem and have to share it!
Morning Song
My shadorma in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – The ‘Aware’ dew glistens silently on grass quiet breeze stroking trees blackbird’s silver song cascades morning has broken © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.theguardian.com
Paradox
My response to Carpe Diem #936 Forest man-made piano ebony and ivory music of nature © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on footage.framepool.com
Trouble in the Water
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge Prompt “Wade in the Water” Waves Tug and roll Ebb and flow Carve and mould With a fishy tangy breath The sea’s a briny behemoth Nursing a multitude of mysterious Creatures at her tempestuous Incessant billowing breast They glow and glimmer Unaware of trouble Wading in the […]
The Art of Water
My response to Carpe Diem #935 Cicada – riddle melting icicle suspended from a pine branch drips into puddles ebbs and flows as a river thunders as an ocean wave © Kim M. Russell, 2016
The penultimate stave of The Wild Swans
Stave 8 Startled by an echo in the mountains, Barking dogs, hunting horns and guns, Elisa ran inside the cave and tied the nettles she had spun Into a bundle, upon which she sat down. The hunting hounds had sniffed her out, Leaping and barking all about. They were joined by hunters in a ring, […]
Medusa’s Lament
My response to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar – Bouts-Rimés Revisted This week Gayle’s challenge is to write a poem using the given end-rhymes. She has chosen: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone, and we have to use the words in the given order. It’s the last […]
Cold Tea at the Tate Modern
I saw Jane Dougherty’s post and had to join in with Sonya’s Three Line Tales! Her Earl Grey was tepid and the view of St Paul’s left her cold. Why was she waiting here? What couldn’t wait to be told? ‘Hello, Mum,’ he said. ‘Because of this exhibition all my other paintings have been […]
Man of the Marshes
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #21: Pantoum Squelching through the muddy marshes, Entanglements of grass and reeds, He swipes at bolshy bulrushes, Crumbles the heads into white seeds. Entanglements of grass and reeds Bending, breaking as he strides by, Crumbles the heads into white seeds, Tossing them upwards to the sky. […]
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