I am the woman of the wind,mistress to the Aeolian king,sometimes just a sighing breeze,a Zephyr tantalising trees,or a warm-breathed siroccofresh in from Morocco,and sometimes a gale,with a strident wail,I wuther over moors and Isquabble in the sky. My vocal range is wideto suit all weather,to dissipate cloudsor gather them together. Kim M. Russell, 8th […]
Category: Poems
Birds-Eye
Why should a journeyof a thousand miles beginwith a single step,when all I want to do is land? Why can’t I rise like a lark,swoop like an owl in the dark,or skitter like a turnstoneamong limpets and cuttlebone,dashing up and down the shoreand taking off in salt-washed air? I don’t want to use my feeton […]
Arboreal
Look for a well-endowed oak; leafless oaks feign death. Collect as many beautiful leaves as you can find. They will be your pages. Look out for a great spotted woodpecker, cocking his red-capped head and hammering the bark. That is your meter. Hug your tree. Like humans, trees find safety in numbers, and they flourish […]
Illatebrating
Hidden in a corner filled with the the dusty smell of old books and lingering yawns the weight of paper, I am nonplussed at the heaviness of words on paper held down by a paperweight and, when I fold them into corners, they gain in weight, treasures in my ink-stained hands while I illatebrate. How […]
Another poem published on Spillwords
I’m delighted to have another poem on Spillwords today.
Although I’m still on a break…
I have been writing haiku, poems, short stories and flash fiction. I just haven’t been posting anything or taking part in prompts. I do, however, have a new poem in the latest issue, Volume 9 Chapter 1, of Visual Verse. I couldn’t resist the beautiful image by Frederick Cayley Robinson or the fact that it […]
Tell Me True
My grandmother always peeled an apple with grandfather’s penknife, careful, keeping it all in one piece. I watched it twirl and curl, with a whiff of sweetness, pinched between her fingers. She taught me a rhyme, that we said every time: apple peel, apple peel, tell me true, who am I going to get married […]
Crafting Words of Earth and Water
By a river’s boulder-strewn gravelly bed,haiku unfurl in a meadow flecked with dandelions and cowslips. A sonnetfinds a foothold on a face of rock and in fine fissures ballads grow.We smell them in clods of earththat tumble crumbly from the plough;hear them in the songs of birds,trickle of streams and ocean’s roar;taste them in a […]
Dark Confessions Day
It’s #DarkConfessions Day and I’m celebrating the new anthology from @blackboughpoems with a photo of my copy and a snapshot of my poem, ‘We Only Come Out at Night’: Time spent isolatedwithin these four wallshas etched our skin with extra flaws
I am waiting
for the silvery shudder of sunshineto chime in a new day like church bells, to tempt me with glittering streamsand creeks threading seaward, to swells of waves like the ones in my dreams.Following this confusing map of the sea, I strain to hear dark-bellied geese creakand grumble along the sparkling tide-line, and long to paddle […]
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