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 […]
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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, […]
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 […]
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