Fiery autumn tints Have been extinguished By the storm, Slipping into winter In its decaying form. But in amongst the hedgerows And branches of the trees Hawthorn, holly and rose hips glow, A burst of sunset colours – Nature’s finery. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
Back to Black
a cliché poem Back to black: the black comedy of a black soul black as night in a black hole a black sheep blackballed and blackmailed in the black raven black ink black paint it black on a black day under a black cloud black and proud black is beautiful black is magic Who […]
Chiming in a Wintry Sunday
A silvery secret melody Of sleet on silence Stirs me From my sleep In morning’s murk Rain crystallises Tunefully Into minuscule bells Blown in On an Arctic blast Chiming in a wintry Sunday © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Storm
Lash of the gale’s tail Whips willows into frenzy Tinged with winter chill © Kim M. Russell, 2015 I thought I’d get this haiku on before the high winds bring down the power.
Caspian – a sonnet
It has the cadence of a wind’s caress, Conjuring up a far-flung landlocked sea, Inhabited by turtles, gulls and terns, Its salty waters lapping endlessly On fragments of ancient Persian tribes. An echo of childhood stories, for me, A wardrobe door to a magical world, A princely name from Lewis’ fantasy. Music echoing with ambient […]
A re-worked version of…
‘Nightmare Poem’, first posted on 13th August. Shouting Rhymes After a night of haunting and relentless dreams of fully-formed poems, I am wired. Caged in ribs, heart flutters like a bird anxious to break free from captive night. Hands ache from wringing bed-sheets of words; mouth dry from shouting rhymes nobody heard. In the early […]
Another experiment…
this time with a poem I first posted on 12th August. Cyber Spider © Kim M. Russell, 2015
A simple sestet for a Friday morning
Ephemeral Poems Become Phantoms Ephemeral poems become phantoms; Whispering voices, a somnolent prayer Evaporating in shivering air. Shadowy plunderers of sleep and rhyme Haunt the sepulchre of inspiration, Midnight burglars of imagination. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Copper Beech Etched in the Garden
The last poem of today was developed from a poem posted here on 9th October. Copper Beech Etched in the Garden A handsome beech Stole under the hedgerow Etched itself furtively Into a space ~ Grew slender limbs And hardy roots Raised itself and threw A delicate lace ~ Of burnished leaves Up to the […]
The Owl
I was reminded of the poet Edward Thomas by a post from businessinrhyme, so I thought I would share another poem by the same poet that kind of reminds me that there is always someone worse off. The Owl Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; Cold, yet had heat within me that was […]
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