My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain In lines of salty poetry beach-combings of sea-shells and stones seaweed and brittle brine-bleached bones polished and arranged in glory deep blues and moody seascape hues the writer navigates a story of washing waves and seagull’s tones in lines of salty […]
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Early Morning Exaltation
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics : Poetry is for the Birds, inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29: “the lark at break of day arising / From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate”. Up with the lark’s early morning exaltation of exclamation curlicues and marks that punctuate the sky thrillingly trilling high above open fields […]
Melting into Mourning
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – 5 – World Poetry Day – Melt In the graveyard, final moments melt like kisses on eyelids of the dead; sods of earth melt like shadows into the darkness of the grave. A small child, wandering between legs of adults, coats and trousers flapping in the […]
Once in a Blue Moon
I am reposting a poem from 31st July 2015 for the dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight #168 Cushioned in the hand of night The blue moon drowned out All but the brightest stars Bounced off broken glass in the roadside Formed pearls in the water of lakes Gushed like spilt champagne Across the waves of oceans Sculptured […]
On First Seeing ‘Praying Hands’ by Dürer
When I first saw those honest hands, the bones and veins, the cross-hatched lines, fingertips together, gently clasped in prayer, captured in ink, I think I began to understand spirituality. Oh, to draw such a hand! © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Shakespeare’s Hands
A sonnet as my first, slightly whimsical, response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Can You Give Me a Hand? The young man’s hands were slender, quick and strong, Composing sonnets to his unknown muse, Creating worlds in drama and in song To challenge the emotions and amuse. The busy writer’s hands were stained with […]
The Owl and the Moon
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #9 – moon Owls are truly mesmerising birds, with their moon-round eyes, sharp beaks and talons. Some are beautiful while others are comical; all are fierce hunters, skimming the ground silently to swoop on their prey. I rarely see the owls haunting the silver birch trees that […]
Medusa’s Lament
My response to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar – Bouts-Rimés Revisted This week Gayle’s challenge is to write a poem using the given end-rhymes. She has chosen: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone, and we have to use the words in the given order. It’s the last […]
The Kindness of Friends
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Choose a Line. This week Mary has asked us to read the poem “Burning the Old Year” by Naomi Shihab Nye, choose one of the lines & use it as a line in a newly written poem. I have chosen the line: ‘Notes friends tied to the doorknob’. My […]
Lunatic Virtuoso
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – 4 – grin The crescent moon has almost disappeared A Cheshire cat grinning at my madness Silver smugness Reminiscent of my aunt’s Buddha Rotund on the mantelpiece Smiling down at four-year-old me Playing the ebony Notes on the upright piano A virtuoso Only Buddha didn’t think so […]
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