My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meter-Made Mood–dVerse Meeting the Bar Victoria has challenged us to write a poem that illustrates how meter contributes to the mood of a poem. His face is traced and creased by Norfolk gales, His skin tanned Van Dyke brown as wherry sails, The wherryman sits on the tiller […]
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Seal Etheree
Sleekswimmerfollowingin the boat’s waketurns and dives belowthe swell and wash of waves,leading to the spit where acolony of blubbery bulls,salty sea dogs and expectant cowsbask on a cloudy August afternoon. Frolicking in the wind-whipped foam and spray,playful pups slip In and out of waves,graceful and magical mermaidsuntil they wrestle clumsyseasick bodies ontoshale and gritty sanda […]
Digging for poems
My response to dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Golden Shovel Form Above, below and in between I trace familiar features with my Fumbling, feathery finger. Up, down, under and Over, I feel well-worn skin with my Tentative thumb Memorising the Tensions before I squat Over the ink pot, filling a pen That rarely rests Knowing […]
The Wedding Dress
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Form-For-All/Meeting the Bar; Décima I accompanied my only daughter to her first wedding dress fitting yesterday, which inspired me to write the following decima. Naturally, I can’t include a picture of the dress, so I here’s one of my daughter as a toddler! You, in a champagne froth of […]
Sevenling (When)
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: the Sevenling When I was young I longed for Tinseltown: pop of flashbulbs, frenzy of fans, lust for life. Give me sanctuary, companionship and quietude, away from the hustle and bustle: a familiar face and a couple of cats. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 […]
Sevenling (Who says?)
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: the Sevenling Who says life is all births, deaths and marriages? My life is all land, sea and soul-scapes – shared with you. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 (google images)
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 […]
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 […]
Vacant Birdhouse
My response to dVerse Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft poetry prompt. I used this image to inspire a poem I posted back in October and have used the original poem as a springboard into Imagism. The vacancy of a weather-bleached birdhouse hanging low from the gnarled branch of an aged apple tree is […]
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