under the willow autumn piles up damp decay toad hibernation © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on http://www.rspb.org.uk/ My response to Carpe Diem Special (3rd guest) Herman van Rompuy’s 2nd “inaugurate spring” Chèvrefeuille has brought us another CD Special by Herman van Rompuy, former president of Belgium and former president of the EU. Here is his […]
Month: October 2016
Poetry by Kim M. Russell
Poetry by K M. Russel Hands When he reached out to take her hand, She knew it was the start Of his journey to her heart: Their worlds collided, Hands touched, Sculpting her skin With fingertips And… Source: Poetry by Kim M. Russell
Goodbye to Summer
After the heat of summer, I welcome the chill of autumn, the expressive rolling clouds, dramatic sunsets and flash storms. It’s almost as if the lion of summer is standing at the door of the season until autumn pushes him out – and this year it has been a long transition. In our garden, leaves […]
Quilt
trees, moss and lichen merge into a patchwork quilt of brown and scarlet keeping warm the young girl’s heart until her lover returns © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem Universal Jane #2 the moon rises each night (tanka) This week Chèvrefeuille has inspired us with a few […]
Because I am Still a Girl
Because I am still And always will Be a girl in my heart and soul I celebrate freedom To be me To be free To be strong To be right And sometimes To be wrong To learn To understand To reach out my hand And make a stand For other girls In this world Who […]
Autumn Swans
I am waiting For Bewick’s swans migrating After summer mating In windy Arctic wastes, Blowing in snow clouds from the north, Below them, glow of autumnal earth. Quite soon, A gentle trumpeting will fill the sky, Heralding cloud-white cheeks and breasts, And winter wildness. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.telegraph.co.uk My poem for imaginary […]
Ink
She tattoos the ticking seconds In five bar gates With her indelible Indian ink hands Time never waits Time never stands Still while she gropes with sightless fingers For yet another skin-tight space To sweep the hands and sardonic smile Off the timekeeper’s face. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 inspirationfeed.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo […]
The Magic of Knitting
nimble fingers knit looping and slipping rainbows – needlework haiku © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image of yarn bombing in London found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1074 knitting wool Today Chèvrefeuille has given us another nice tool for art: knitting wool, from which we can create wonderful woollen clothes, puppets, spider web artwork, […]
Morning Quadrille
Usually loathe to linger In a warm cloud of bedclothes, Admonished by the cold finger Of October morning light, I rose to the song of birds, Inky swirl of overcast sky And gentle tumble of words In a morning quadrille – So the day began. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Another poem for dVerse Poets Pub […]
Busting Clouds
In rock-ribbed pools and sheen of shore, grey and white reflections meld into ice-blue cirrus skies. Wind tumbles in a cumulus of sighs, ripples silhouettes of crabs and shells, busting bits of bone and nimbus whales, exploding into fins, teeth, tails and sea clouds. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille, […]
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