At moonrise, balled emotionin my flocculent pocketunravels, creating constellationsfrom stars on my fingertips. In my flocculent pocket,a loose knit of present and past;from stars on my fingertipsa net across the sky is cast. A loose knit of present and pastunravels, creating constellations.A net across the sky is castat moon rise, balled emotion. Kim M. Russell, […]
Tag: Meeting the Bar
Palinode to a Birds-Eye View
A journey doesn’t have to beginwith a fluttering of wings;I would rather not fly –I want to leave the skyand walk. I am not a rising larknor an owl that swoops in the dark;I prefer to skitter like a turnstoneamong limpets and cuttlebone,dashing up and down the shore.I don’t want to feather salt-washed air!I would […]
Grappling with Ottavo Rima
In the quest for a sonetto rispetto,I rummage in the archives of my mind, whereI find the ghosts of poems to set fire toand let the words drift in the cold morning air.Words turn into iridescent birds, undomy heart, fray my resolve, challenge with a dareto grasp as many words as my hands can hold,write […]
Just a Dint
Spring has dinted winter’s doom – to the delight of wind-blown clouds;little stirs in snow-stricken woods, save fragile webs. Rooks in flocks forge homeward, fresh-snapped twigs in beaks,coal-black and burnished, in branches chattering. Before March gales come galloping, graceful catkins dancebeneath a pale and partly faded, pink half-hearted sun. Kim M. Russell, 23rd February 2024 […]
A Stretch After Winter
Time stretches into timelessness,lifeless days under leaden skiescounting crows in a damp terrain.Morning sky is flushed with roseand evening’s much the same. But soon the sky bursts into flame.A thrush trills an early clarion calland sunlight filters through a hazeof snowdrops and catkins.Time stretches into timelessness. Striding out on a day like thisforces chilled air […]
Vernal Rebirth
We’re surrounded by the dead and dying,tangled and defying, branch and tree like giant corpses nourish everything.Even sleeping trees can conjure growth into green froth of luminosityin village, city, copse and forest. From lifeless days under leaden skies, wewatch sleeping trees slowly conjure spring. Kim M. Russell, 25th January, 2024 Over at the dVerse Poets […]
The lightest note breaks
with lips of frozen berries,those first kisses beneath wood smoke and stars.I didn’t realise we had so much in common:the pen was the key.It’s a quarter past three on a Sunday morning,I am an unripe field with scarlet seeping,everything’s turning,deceived by a cancerous two-faced moonat the tipping point of summer.Once it was the colour of […]
Mince Pies for Lucas
My five-year-old grandson enjoys a Christmas treat of crumbly little pies filled with sweet mincemeat. Mince pies that are simple and always taste best don’t have soggy bottoms and have extra fruit and zest. My husband’s not a fan and I can leave or take thembut, like grandmothers before me, I would like to bake […]
A Cherita
winter a fresh whitepage on the groundleaves are stilllingering lingeringleaves are stillon the ground pagea fresh white winter Kim M. Russell, 30th November 2023 Image by Andrew Ridley on Unsplash Today at the dVerse Poets Pub we are Meeting the Bar with Laura, who reminds us that we are ‘at the very end of November […]
flower
flow reef flowfollow flowerwolf roll lowerroll for woolreel of woewell of foolfollower of flower Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2023 Image of a wolfsbane plant by Josie Weiss on Unsplash Here’s another anagrammatic poem for Björn’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are playing with limitations in poetry.
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