The third poem that was rejected by the magazine was one I originally wrote for a friend. It’s a bit late for Christmas, but here it is anyway. In a snowy field one Christmas Eve I spied a windswept hare Leaping and gambolling In the frosty air. The tawny coat beguiled me, Framed by […]
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My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
Poetic Dreaming
The second poem was another one I reworked, first posted in August. If you want to walk Barefoot through my dreams Wipe your feet You inhabit my world Hide in shadows Under my bed I’m too slurred with sleep To stuff you in my pyjama pocket Trap you in my memory Infuse you in […]
End of a Norwich Day
I received an email yesterday, which told me that three submissions to a magazine had not been successful. The first of these was a reworked poem I posted last September. The Norfolk sky expands, Airy, pale and blue, The city pavements fit Like a comfortable pair of shoes As I walk its easy […]
Remnants of Winter
Winter is wrung out A sodden rag hanging on Battling storms and wind Hoping for a glint of blue Promise in cloud-furrowed sky. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Utopia
My response to Sacha Black’s Writespiration # 80 Utopia – I think of this as a sister poem to ‘Arcadia’ which was inspired by a picture by Barb Mann and posted on my blog on 6th February. A perfect world Of nature, art and poetry Happiness and equality Individuality Respect and harmony A simple […]
Steamy Kiss
My response to Carpe Diem #921 Absurdity / Humor A frosty morning Heat of shop steams up glasses Kiss complete stranger © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.theromantic.com
Storm Vibrations
My response to Through the Eye of Bastet One Month of Haiga – a new take on the old saying ‘Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight; red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning’. No red this morning Stormy sulphur wings pulsate Shepherds heed warning © Kim M. Russell, 2016
The next stave of The Wild Swans
Stave 5 Elisa embraced each of her brothers, Calling out their names, laughing and crying, While they told about their wicked stepmother: How she had turned them into swans Only as long As the sun shone; At night they returned to human form, Finding firm ground At sundown Or they would fall from the sky […]
Some more echoes from my neighbourhood
This week I am staying closer to home for my contribution to Jacqui’s Echoes over on A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales. The name of our village comes from a plant that has always grown there – dill. We still have a large clump at the front of our house. We also have a bay […]
Grandmother’s Comfort
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #18: Echo verse In a pot on the kitchen windowsill Daffodil Basking in the weak spring rays Days Of brightness lie ahead Spread Like the table cloth where Grandmother’s sitting Knitting Unravelled jumpers into a patchwork blanket Comfort At the end of life’s storm Warm © Kim M. […]
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