there’s no tongue in their shoes – just holes rain seeps in no bells chime but the message in their eyes is ringing clearly © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found onwww.theguardian.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – September 10, 2016 Thank you, Candy, for filling in for Bastet and Paloma, and […]
Category: Poems
Autumn Butterflies
Flickers of orange and crimson wings Energised by the sun, Blunder into September As leaves that twirl And wildly whirl In innocent passion For the balmy glaze Of early autumn days. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image copyrighted: Isadora Gruye Photography. Reprint only with permission. My response to imaginary garden with real toads Out of Standard […]
Rhapsody in the Rain
Meeting in the park was the start Of a tune that grew into a rhapsody Accentuated by the rhythm of spring rain. On a bench, their arms entwined, the rain On hair and skin was romantic at the start, They were so wrapped up in their rhapsody. The impulsive improvisation of their rhapsody […]
Rusty Tree
Copper beech sheds its umber (ella) shade with metallic flourish; leaf by burnished leaf they gather, littering the path and forming rusty puddles in the bird-bath. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #179, where Grace is hosting. She reminded us about the planned D’verse Anthology and mentioned […]
The Loneliness of the Crumbling Keep
This broken building of flint and stone Was once a sturdy keep; Now the hill on which it stands is overgrown And grazed by sheep. No coat of arms to greet a visitor, No roof nor floor; No guard protects the perimeter, No servant at the door. The ancient walls once solid and secure Are […]
I Wished upon a Star
shooting stars lit up the night sky with comets’ magic dust I whispered a quiet wish couldn’t say what for I wished on the right star my once in a night-time star that brought you to me © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on genius.com My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: […]
And the Bicycle Spoke
I’ve been leaning against this wall all morning, Waiting to give my spokes an airing, Change gear, hear my bell rattling And tyres hiss as I bounce Over cobblestones. Instead, I’ve been dabbling In philosophy, contemplating Kierkegaard, Plato, Schopenhauer and Camus While I wait for you, Tucked out of sight Beside the gate. My cycle […]
Flying Her Heart
She followed in the wake of her lover’s distant boat, Flying her heart like a kite above waves. She was trying in vain to keep her life afloat, But her heart scraped clouds and was soaked by rain. She was tied by a rope, Her love firmly anchored to a sailor who left her To […]
Geranium
A simple blush Hiding in a bush Of handsome leaves Soaking up the sun And radiating scarlet With the intoxicating scent Of a hardy harlot Peppery hot Green With a citrus zest © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Inspired by this wonderful image taken by Paul Militaru
Midnight Drawing
The sleeping artist’s finger smears bright chalk on night’s murk of monochrome shadows. The artist is at work, splashing golds and blues in a dream’s inky hues, scribbling phantasmal figments in glimmering pigments that explode like chrysanthemums and burn like red hot geraniums across the canvas sheets and evaporate with the onset of morning light. […]
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