‘Nightmare Poem’, first posted on 13th August. Shouting Rhymes After a night of haunting and relentless dreams of fully-formed poems, I am wired. Caged in ribs, heart flutters like a bird anxious to break free from captive night. Hands ache from wringing bed-sheets of words; mouth dry from shouting rhymes nobody heard. In the early […]
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My thoughts and questions about blogging.
Another experiment…
this time with a poem I first posted on 12th August. Cyber Spider © Kim M. Russell, 2015
A simple sestet for a Friday morning
Ephemeral Poems Become Phantoms Ephemeral poems become phantoms; Whispering voices, a somnolent prayer Evaporating in shivering air. Shadowy plunderers of sleep and rhyme Haunt the sepulchre of inspiration, Midnight burglars of imagination. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Copper Beech Etched in the Garden
The last poem of today was developed from a poem posted here on 9th October. Copper Beech Etched in the Garden A handsome beech Stole under the hedgerow Etched itself furtively Into a space ~ Grew slender limbs And hardy roots Raised itself and threw A delicate lace ~ Of burnished leaves Up to the […]
The Owl
I was reminded of the poet Edward Thomas by a post from businessinrhyme, so I thought I would share another poem by the same poet that kind of reminds me that there is always someone worse off. The Owl Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; Cold, yet had heat within me that was […]
Hollow Inside
Last Friday was an odd day. It started with an ominous feeling of doom and gloom, accompanied by nausea and tears, that I couldn’t shake off. In the afternoon, my PC broke down, which was difficult but could be fixed. After a whole day alone, I waited for my husband to come home and by […]
Tidings of Magpies
This week I have been developing some of the scribbles I have posted, using techniques from Helena Nelson’s ’32 ways of reviving a rejected poem’. It has been a very useful exercise and I would like to continue with it. Here is a new version of a poem I posted on 3rd October. Tidings of […]
Thames Twilight
A low-lying mist creeps across the shore, Lit by the sun, a gauzy radiant balm. Gentle clink and creak of boats at anchor – Rhythmic percussion of a wind that’s calm. Silver as mercury, the Thames flows fast On its way to the seam of sea and sky, Stitched up with silhouettes of sails and […]
Alone on a bench
Alone on a bench memories of playground days tattooed inside eyelids I thought you’d forgotten a walk through silent corridors No, we talked incessantly a bench a shredded leaf a leaking pen There was so much more a fickle friend who ran off and left me It was you who turned your […]
Office Suite
clamorous jangling of city jazz jars senses cars jam streets clarion horns blare between metallic frames and glass shimmying with light cold steel and concrete fingers point skywards skyscrapers reflected in a paperweight on an empty desk © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on en.wikipedia.org This is a poem I revived using some of Helena Nelson’s […]
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