Pale rays of sea aster and heads of lavender smear the salt marsh mauve and purple, a wave of Easter colour, pungent with a salty, muddy scent. Seaside spirits sing a hymn, a cheerful noise, a chink of halyards and a flap of sails, wind, waves and distant whales. Kim M. Russell, 3rd September 2019 […]
Category: Poems Inspired by Artists, Music and Other Writers
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In a graveyard of crumbling bones, lichen blemishes untended stones, erases brief life stories of the dead waiting for the world to turn back. Their remains have succumbed to worm and maggot, but their souls still dwell in established heartlands and monuments, splashed with light that shifts with overhanging leaves, are touchstones for the afterlife […]
Lies About Pigs
I’m pleased that Visual Verse has included my poem in August’s issue. It was inspired by a cute image of a swimming pig by Jakob Owens. You can either click here to see the image, read all of the poems and find mine on page 31, or you can go directly to ‘Lies About Pigs‘.
Bodies
Our bodies unfurl and then curl into each other under night’s cover. We are waves in motion on an inky ocean or sand-blown stones hidden in a desert’s undertones. We are intertwined limbs, hearts, souls and minds, dancing in the dark until we spark – stars falling in the empty sky of morning. Kim M. […]
Dawn Apocalypse
The annihilator rises and dons his crown of peaks tinged red with blood and dawn. At his feet, leafless trees feign death, mighty forests bristling with dread, and convocations of eagles take wing, their obedient beaks sharpened to do his bidding; and we, like timid rabbits, scutter for shelter from the emperor’s apocalyptic helter skelter. […]
Arbutus at Kew Gardens
It’s a lifetime since we rode the red bus from Twickenham to Kew, me and you, and walked among the trees: blossoms in spring and – in autumn – leaves. We listened […]
Still
as a cat watching a butterfly or a falling leaf after a restless night of heat twisted in the sweaty sheet until the sky cracked and light crept under my half- closed eyelids now I am still as the leaves and the grass held by morning coolness Kim M. Russell, 25th July 2019 My response […]
Pigeon Epiphanies
“At any given moment in the middle of a city there’s a million epiphanies occurring, in the blurring of the world beyond the curtain.” Kate Tempest, Let Them Eat Chaos I once saw a woman peering at the world from behind a net curtain in the middle of Venice in the middle of thick fog. […]
Inner Robot
I haven’t submitted to Visual Verse in a long while, but I was inspired by July’s image by Franck V.- and my poem has been included! You can either click here to read all of the poems and find mine on page 25, or you can go directly to ‘Inner Robot‘.
Birds of Gods and Kings
in a black and white blur their scimitar wings soar they vent their haunting hunting call circling high in the sky with sharp falcon eyes tail feathers clenched before the fall gauntlets of leather and jesses to tether hoods and bells that ring legendary birds untameable with words they answer only to gods and kings […]
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