I have an ekphrastic poem, which might well be the thirtieth one, in Volume 5, Chapter 10 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 23 or you can follow the link to ‘Artist in a Suit‘.
Category: Poems Inspired by Artists, Music and Other Writers
Compilation Tape
This month I have an ekphrastic poem in Volume 5, Chapter 9 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 29 or you can follow the link to ‘Compilation Tape‘.
Sonnet for my students
My students’ eyes are nothing like the sun, it is as if they are not yet awake; they yawn and shuffle in, but never run, until it gets to time for morning break. I have seen some of them arrive on time, to smile at me and greet me at the door. It is delightful […]
Eyes Shut and Golden
I’m delighted that I have another ekphrastic poem in Volume 5, Chapter 8 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 16 or you can follow the link to ‘Eyes Shut and Golden‘.
Under the Eye of the Clock
Springtime in Paris is here again and all along the banks of the Seine artists are unpacking chalks and oils, canvases, water colours, and easels, ignored by preoccupied passers-by and unaware of the all-seeing eye of the Académie Française clock. Above every one of its ticks and tocks, it’s listening for foreign impurity on the […]
Moonface
The sickle moon fell from the sky, having lost its lustre, hurtled through clouds and trees, and hit Earth with a clang – not a bang. It caught a fecund woman’s eye; claiming it before a sister, she got down on her knees and, feeling no disgrace, bound it to her face. That led to […]
Inside a book…
the mind is free to wander, explore unfamiliar places, push boundaries of space and time, suspend disbelief and hide between the covers, meet new friends and lovers, populate brave new worlds. Pages and seasons turn and so we learn that when a book is closed and night shadows teem, the contents continue to wander through […]
Decadence
Through shades of monochrome aureate decadence glimmers: feathered turban shimmers; richly embroidered sleeve and shoulder spark white and grey, a hint of gold. But her eyes are hidden embers, cold, old. Kim M. Russell, 5th May 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose […]
Clean Hands and Clean Feet
I’m delighted that I have another ekphrastic poem in Volume 5, Chapter 7 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 11 or you can follow the link to ‘Clean Hands and Clean Feet‘.
Frida’s Reality
“I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” Frida Kahlo Mexican heat invades each night, pervades the frangible seams and transmutes dreams to nightmares, thickly oiling the barren landscape vivid, livid with pain. Morning arrives again with the promise of reality, a canvas to daub with certainty self-portraits of her truth. Kim M. Russell, […]
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