From an untidy, disorganised
muddle, we unpick poems,
cuddle them close until they breathe.
In a cluttered, haphazard
jumble of thoughts and ideas, words
tumble and line up themselves up
cleaving imagery into stanzas,
weaving poetic sanity from knots
and tangles of the mind.
Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Muddle up that Muse
De has got us in a muddle for this Monday’s Quadrille!