Because I am still And always will Be a girl in my heart and soul I celebrate freedom To be me To be free To be strong To be right And sometimes To be wrong To learn To understand To reach out my hand And make a stand For other girls In this world Who […]
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Morning Quadrille
Usually loathe to linger In a warm cloud of bedclothes, Admonished by the cold finger Of October morning light, I rose to the song of birds, Inky swirl of overcast sky And gentle tumble of words In a morning quadrille – So the day began. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Another poem for dVerse Poets Pub […]
Busting Clouds
In rock-ribbed pools and sheen of shore, grey and white reflections meld into ice-blue cirrus skies. Wind tumbles in a cumulus of sighs, ripples silhouettes of crabs and shells, busting bits of bone and nimbus whales, exploding into fins, teeth, tails and sea clouds. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille, […]
The Lugworms’ Lament
Foam of sun-sparkled morning tide silvers sea-side beachcombers’ treasures: wave-whipped windswept strands strewn with jettisoned jewels, jelly encrusted with shell grit and grains of sand. Brackish bladderwrack, entangled like rubber bands, vesicles gasping, protuberant thyroid glands, flutter flirty flimsy fronds, release gametes in a dioecious dance of fertilisation. All the while we humble lugworms, the […]
Bird-Bath Razzle
In the stone bowl of the bird-bath rainwater reflections razzle, copper leaves still jiggling in the beech tree dazzle, backlit by sharp autumn sun. On the edge of the bowl, a robin puffs up his scarlet breast, competing with burnished berries lighting up the hedge, portents of cold weather, while other birds flock together, […]
Ordinary Interrupted
I live with my husband and two cats in a cottage that’s over a hundred years old by a river in the countryside. The garden is lush with grass and damp underfoot, nurturing robust willows and rampant weeds. The house is damp too. In the summer it’s cool and in the winter we have to […]
Seasonal Perspectives of a Corkscrew Willow
1 Winter willows throw dramatic and distorted geometric shapes. 2 Naked trunks rise cracking from brittle grass, shedding frost and ice. 3 Intricate lace of charcoal branches is pinned to pale winter skies. 4 Lemon catkins, wriggling with new growth and warmth, anticipate spring. 5 Tousled corkscrews are teased into a tangle, wind-willowed. 6 Leaves […]
Fragility of Arrangements
They had made the arrangements. She walked away on blown out Egg shells, spearing embryos On her Manolo Blahnik stilettos, Whipping up meringue in her wake, Its dull crunch a reminder Of her empty womb. How easy it was to suck From a relationship all the smooth Creaminess and leave The fragility of arrangements To […]
Strokes and Shadows
Economy of line and shade conveys so little and evokes so much. With brush strokes and touch the artist captures: a curved line – the rim of a hat; a charcoal shadow – a gloved hand; a vermillion smear – a pair of lips whisper of blush. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Rene Gruau […]
The Wreck of Heaven
Shards of a shattered sky Scattered on sea spray, Tossed on the back of a stallion storm – The frowning face of the firmament has been torn, Scarred by lightning, Bruised with purple clouds. Cowed by Thor’s thunder, Heaven is going under. Heaven is going under, Cowed by Thor’s thunder. Bruised with purple clouds, […]
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