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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Tears, Feathers and Bones
The Māori saw salty tears rolling Down the beak of the Wandering Albatross, Tears of longing for its ocean home. The Māori saw the beauty of its feathers, white as spray, Strong as the current, gentle as foam And made them a symbol of peace. The Maori saw the power of its long, tapering wings, […]
As the Seasons Change
My husband and I were at infant and junior school together. We have a photograph of us when we were in Miss Sanderson’s class, and we not only recognise our younger selves but we can also remember the names of all the children in the photograph. We were both energetic youngsters; David was mad about […]
A Few Clerihew
John Donne Was a dirty old man Who likened fondling and seduction To New World exploration John Milton Was a glutton for Stilton Nightmares from cheese on toast Resulted in Paradise Lost Elizabeth Barrett Browning Couldn’t stop frowning Like many lady Victorians She was hooked on laudanum © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My […]
City of Bridges and Sighs
Give me a city of bridges and sighs, Shimmering water under cloudless skies, Flocking pigeons in St Mark’s Square Fed by the crowds of tourists there. Give me the surprise of a piazzale, The clanging of the bell in the Campanile, Echoes of gondoliers in the early morning haze And overcrowded vaporetti in the watery […]
Boxed in
Creak of ropes melds with creak of trees Bare wooden boxes swing in the breeze Contorted bone and spine are folded in Cubes of splintered wood on naked skin Swinging high amongst leaves and limbs Incarcerated at the furious forest’s whim Open to elements and nature’s powers Punishing heat, cold, wind and showers Revenge is […]
Opening the Day
Opening sleepy eyes, The openness of a new day Breaks through the slats Of the blind – Not blind but open. Opening mouth, Taking a breath At the wide open window, Opening lungs, mind and soul. Each day is a gift To be opened. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
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 […]
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: […]
Our First Glimpse of the Aurora Borealis
When we first moved up to the North Norfolk coast, when Ellen was eleven going on twelve, we were amazed not only by the wide Norfolk landscapes and gorgeous sunsets, but also by the immense night skies. We had never seen so many stars or been able to identify constellations – in London there was […]
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