Vincent said, “There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.” But Vincent, when you braved love’s snarling thicket, you didn’t expect nervous coughs in quiet rooms. You believed that fungus and algae are stronger together, survive every kind of weather. Now, you gaze at your lover and see no white doves but a […]
Category: Poems Inspired by Artists, Music and Other Writers
Dream in a Teacup
Cradled in a teacup, her infused dream intertwines and rises with fragrant steam. She drowsily waits for lips to press porcelain and savour the sweetness of flowers of jasmine, lotus and hibiscus, unfurling below the liquid meniscus. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Inspired by Art! – also linked to […]
The Language of Seagulls
His cry’s a stentorian swoop in the azure, draws curlicues in and out of the clouds. Apart from the flock, with its dodging and fighting, he lifts up his beak and whispers of wind. He lowers his feet, curves his wings, scrawls a wake, a poem in water with fricative feathers, a lone gull’s sonnet […]
Still Shy
After all these years she still wears that Bardot scarf and flats are de rigeur for evening saunters by city rivers. With a falter of shallow breath, she stumbles on uneven pavement of the embankment between streetlights, a sunset blush on her cheeks. He carefully grips her arm, feels her fluttering heart, no longer hawk […]
January 2018
For the first time I ignore the wind whistling a haunting incidental down the chimney: Change the tune. You don’t scare me. I am shielded more by word and rhyme the more you blow at me to fear […]
Winter Thistle
Light as down, you floated a while, gradually fading, your smile a mere flicker. Your papery hands slipped through my fingers. Your breath dropped like wind and I, your thistle seed, caught here in earth’s embrace, watched as winter blasted you out of the atmosphere. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
Art
Born of hopes and dreams, roped to its creator by words, sounds, paint, clay or stone, each oeuvre becomes tactile blood, skin and bone. It exposes both the soul and heart – a demanding offspring, art. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #193 Also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
Nobel
no church bell no alarm bell just the body clock warning and a stormy morning outside the window later, the man on the radio says the Nobel prize for literature has been awarded to Kazuo Ishiguro, whose stories will never let me go unconsoled in the pale view of hills, an artist of the floating […]
Cold War Reheated
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 […]
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: […]
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