I don’t worry about whether It’s foggy or snowy Sunny or grey I enjoy weather Whatever It articulates Feelings in my heart Thoughts in my mind Illustrates the day Colours in-between the lines Of life Offers something to talk about Fills in the gaps Introduces strangers Brings together friends Determines how a day starts And […]
Roots and Anchors
Trees anchored by roots Bend against the winter storm Boats held by anchors Resisting the strength of ropes One is made of the other © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Painting by John Barrell · At Tate Britain · LRB 18 December 2014 http://www.lrb.co.uk
First Day of January
My response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #76 Year&New In the early hours The newborn year is pristine Worn in by lunchtime © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Rules of Engagement
A cinquain in response to the secret keeper’s weekly writing prompt #17 She wrote him a love note: a flaw in the gemstone will not allow our blended heart to part © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on boards.weddingbee.com
Garden Geometry
There are triangles in the bare branches of trees deconstruction in the garden geometric angles in the tangles of winter smoothed only by arcs of light tracing ghostly foliage smoothing the edges of day with rays from a circular sun © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on http://www.vangogh.net
Cruise
My response to Haiku Horizons week 97 prompt “cruise” Sedate sails like swans Glide across the horizon Norfolk broads and reeds © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on www.canaljunction.com Although I have seen this so many times, I have never been able to capture the image!
Magician
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Writing Prompt #139 “The Magician” One man spanning two Worlds in between earth and sky At once alchemist And humanist he controls The mercurial dragon He points to success A new creative cycle Positive inspiration But if he is inverted Deception and confusion © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Old Spectacles
How forlorn they are the empty frames tangled and forgotten in a dusty drawer no lenses to clarify the shadowy blur sightless and useless bent and shapeless without a face to hold them in place © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on home.bt.com
Stephen’s Sunday
A found poem from Chapter 4 of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce Hallowed anew with an early mass the raw morning air and the zeal of prayer fearful of purgatorial fire the murmur of the priest from the altar among the few worshippers and columns of incense […]
The Oxen
by Thomas Hardy Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us […]
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