My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Summit in sight guest-hosted by Lynn, who blogs at A Poem in my Pocket At first it lurks behind shrouds of clouds shredded by shards longing for sun to thaw its carapace of snow and ice expose to sky a perfect map of silver river […]
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No Regrets
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #10: Hanami “When cherry blossoms scatter – no regrets” Issa Sixteen years ago, we were looking for a new home. We didn’t have much money but we did have a two bedroom bungalow to sell, with a cherry tree in the front garden. We were looking for […]
On Ageing
Another response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain Invaded by an alien blue veins are pulsing marbled mud breasts desiccated, juiceless buds skin has become reptilian amber hair is now dusty grey can’t sleep at night and doze all day heart that once soared now only thuds I have […]
A Seaside Octain
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 […]
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 […]
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