Red geraniums rust in September rain; sparrows splash dust in puddles forming on the path. Once again, men point their weapons at the sky in far-off places I have never been and will never go, reawakening fears that Cold Wars would become heated in memories of a child petrified by serious grey words that dripped from […]
Category: Poems Inspired by Artists, Music and Other Writers
Passion for Perfection
He glows with bliss, with an innate passion for perfection. Pressing fingers, his caressing hand lingers, a blessing on the wax sole of her right foot. Repeating movements endlessly does not destroy the spontaneity, the joy in recreating every day a corps de ballet. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Matisse and the Chair
The ancient instinct to collect becomes a working library. a laboratory of visual alchemy, an artist’s palette of reality, at its centre a Venetian baroque chair. Its silver gilt, green sea-monsters and curved seahorses become the source of coloured crayon outlines and details in layered oils: the portrait of a woman, curvaceous, adored, wooed with flowers […]
Arcadia Revisited
Return with me to the safe embrace of mountains, a poetic place where sky kisses sea. Come sail with me above crashing waves, to sandy bays with hidden caves, an unspoiled wilderness, where mermaids lilt silvery melodies, descant to the ocean’s harmonies, in praise of the exquisiteness of Arcadia. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image […]
Landscape
we’re floating adrift across a pallid landscape in a thawing rift after static winter months forge devastating new paths Kim M. Russell, 2017 Jane Friedlicher (1924-2014) Landscape, 1984, Lithograph on Paper My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Small Town Inspiration Margaret says that she recently visited The Hickory Museum […]
A New Pot
Ripped from the comfort of familiar soil my roots feel the limits of a pot; my shoots are anxious to uncurl before they shrivel up and rot. Other plants on the window sill are greener, more colourful than me, the tulips and the daffodils bursting from their bulbs with glee. I feed on dreams of […]
Childhood Goblins
Towers, chimneys and rooftops disintegrate in a colourwash of sunset and night’s ink drops spill into puddles of dreams, when children hear the goblins cry: “Come buy our fruits, come buy, come buy!” Curious thoughts enter little heads that lie in comfort on soft pillows, invade the safety of their beds, pull at the quilts, remove the […]
Dancing in the Centre of a Noun
(from Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘Anne Hathaway’) Encircling all my words with his,he caressed them with a gentle touch,slipped them on as if they were ashoe, a glove, a familiar verbhe desired for his own; dancingtogether to a melody inquadruple time, echoing thebeat of hearts, we were the centreof the serious ceremony ofthe allemande: we were […]
Thirst
sun-blasted pasture craves cloud a satisfying sip of shadow withered grass gasps a long rattling breath in the meadow stretches a dusty lustreless tongue across burning red soil and licks the sea Kim M. Russell, 2017 Mi Young Lee My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee Susie […]
Wherryman
Evening and wherryman rolls sails to the sound of dry reeds on the banks the constant rustling and whistling grey herons and avocets bobbing on the waves otters anoint their territory to the east of this shimmering Norfolk Broad the sun always sets […]
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