Watching over the vessel with cold periscope eyes, They partially bury the mine-damaged bow Of the shadowy hulk that was lost for a century, Tucked thirty metres deep below the North Sea. In the windy gaze of a marram-swept coast, Buoying crumbling bones in a crusty embrace, Barnacles embellish the skin of the conning tower, […]
Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
October’s Wiles
She’s an earthy lass With curvaceous hips, Nutty skin, berry lips And a hint of sass. Ripe as autumn fruit With a trace of frosty rime, She’ll seduce you every time She comes around. A flick of russet And rouge smear of sunset, Bits of leaves in her hair, You’ll find her everywhere. © Kim M. […]
Self Creation
I am the water of winter seas: I freeze And the land frosts over. I am the wind in cloudy sails: I hone The rugged coasts and hills. I am the bark of ancient trees: I split And teem with growth. I am the poem of my soul: I speak And my words Soar like […]
Autumn Swans
I am waiting For Bewick’s swans migrating After summer mating In windy Arctic wastes, Blowing in snow clouds from the north, Below them, glow of autumnal earth. Quite soon, A gentle trumpeting will fill the sky, Heralding cloud-white cheeks and breasts, And winter wildness. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.telegraph.co.uk My poem for imaginary […]
Dripping
Today it has rained rust From dawn until dusk, A steady trickle of oxidation, Scented with must of degeneration: A kaleidoscopic downpour Of fragments of copper In the odd trick of bright That sets leaves alight, That slips between raindrops And drips and plops. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to imaginary garden with […]
Waiting for Halloween
Waiting at the door in my star-studded hat, Sitting at my pointy feet is my trusty cat; In my hand a cauldron of Halloween treats, Tasty spiders’ legs and cobwebs to eat. I’ve woven a spell to lure them in, With twinkling eye and cheery grin; They think I’m in fancy dress with my warty […]
Satisfaction
Through windows, I’ve watched the changing season, The persistent shift of shapes and colours, Until I’m enticed into the garden, Where I’m ambushed by rampageous brambles, And underfoot soil sinks as I amble. The tree stump by the gate slowly decays, Colonised by fungi, ants and beetles; Overhanging birches obstruct my way Through a forest […]
Breathing Space
minds need oxygen space in which to breathe circles around a living tree with green lungs for green minds breathing space in which to grow circulating, flowing and growing inspiring spiral steps from level to level increase aspiration to become trees with green minds breathing space in which to grow circulating and growing breathing space © Kim […]
Withstanding Life’s Wreckage
Life’s storm blows in from elsewhere. She’s wrung out, Washed up By a swollen sea. Breakers bear down, Rolling in interminable hosts, Torrents of foamy ghosts, The only sounds of wind And her wails: Her mast is broken, Jerking in a tangle of rigging and sails. With Morpheus’ help, she dives under And drifts into […]
A Breath of Fresh Air
After the claustrophobia of curtains closed before dusk, she feels like a smudged shadow tucked in her bowl of cardboard cornflakes. Stepping into the smoky light of a milky autumn morning, she pegs out her washing, a stronger penumbra, inhaling deep into her marrow the aroma of damp meadow flowers and grass crushed underfoot and […]
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