in a minor chord they’re singing Hallelujah the broken the faithful even those who needed proof opening their hearts in a blaze of light nothing on their tongues but one word to be heard a holy hallelujah in a secret chord © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P Shadorma & Beyond – […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Solitude
In the solitude of the mooring, I watch boats tug their ropes, feel the breath of the river, hear it trickling, peace pooling among the withered gold of autumn grass and whispering thistles, its only mantra the chink of metal, splash and ripple. A swan glides into view. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to […]
Dementia Earthquake
In the past, we’d experienced active faults, grandparents, victims of old age assaults, unable to name the rumbles and shakes that came to be known as dementia earthquakes. And then there was you with your primary waves of forgetfulness, distance and those days when you disappeared behind your blue eyes, just stood and gazed with […]
The Meeting of Stream and Sea
A stream went dancing, Glinting and glancing Down to a deeply scooped bay, Where waves ebbed and swelled And fishermen dwelled In cottages by the quay. For homecoming skiffs, On top of high cliffs, Perched a lighthouse tall and proud Above sea stacks, waves, And dark granite caves Carved out by storms wild and loud. […]
A Ride to the Sea
With the salty breath of North Sea breeze And gritty sand in mouth and hair, I push my bike down to the sea, The dog in the basket without a care. Dolorous seagulls wheel and soar, Squawk and mew in harmony Above the rollers’ tenor roar In a gusty, wistful symphony. Percussive pedals clank and […]
Never Say Goodbye – a Quadrille for Walt
“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan Farewell until we see you again chasing your shadowy words, sewing them into rhyme, watching the time on the tick-tock crocodile clock. Never lose your Peter Pan spirit: in the Neverland of a virtual pub, a drink […]
Surprises
In a blur of inner city (macular) de- generation, corporate vampires suck the blood of the nation, toppling steeples and […]
Kju:
It’s no way to live, waiting for someone to give you a cue, come to the rescue: a soul on hold in the autocue with no words to say and nothing to do but wait for Godot in the queue – missing the cue. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on sensanostra.com My response to […]
The School of Time
I’ve attended this school For such a long time, Knowing that I will grow old And graduate, Take leave of stories we’ve told, Songs we played by ear And games we’ve won and lost. At the end, when the last chapter’s read, When the villain is dead and the heroine wed, Let me sleep with […]
Robin Song
On bleak mornings in November, when birdsong is muted and rare, the robin is the only bird that sings throughout the year. In the bleak gloom of winter, more wistful than in spring, a robin’s song is ‘wildly tender’ – Emily Bronte wasn’t wrong. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open […]
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