The moon is a balloon that fills the night which bursts with stars and constellations bright, reminding late night lovers of the dawn whose fingers shatter dreams with early light. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Variations on the Rubaiyat This week our host for Meeting the Bar […]
Tag: Moon
A Charmless Full Moon
The trees were silent on that windless full-moon night, no charm to guard a newborn, just misty frippery frosting the branches. No bats or owls will fly when faeries clutter up the sky, dancing with souls, adept at stealing human children and avoiding confrontation. Let the moon shine on ‘til morning while I lullaby my […]
The Sound of Silence
the frozen river ebbs and flows with the wolf moon a silent heartbeat Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s The Sound of Silence #1 introduction Our new feature at CDHK was inspired by an article in a mindfulness magazine, entitled ‘Inner Stillness’, which began with a quote from the Persian poet Rumi: […]
Wavering
horizontal line scrawls, descending from the sky to the lake below flash of white as tails upend moon-shimmered sails wavering Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Thotpurge’s Micropoetry Month Rajani has kicked off the November 2017 Micropoetry Month with a couple of modern haiku/senryu. She says, If the poems or the theme or just […]
Moon Flower
rising from shadows flowering the night garden a blossoming moon Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Chèvrefeuille’s Gift to You to Celebrate Our First Luster Of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #2 “Use That Quote” A few weeks ago Chèvrefeuille started a special feature to celebrate our upcoming first luster. In this special feature he […]
Honey Moon
whoever it was who said that the moon is made of cheese had never tasted the sweetness of a honey moon, a hive for bees that swarm and honey-comb the brightest constellations, pollinating coy comets and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon Today the Tale […]
Eyes Wide Open
At five o’clock, the moon’s face Peered into my window, Suspended in the space Between the branches of the willow, Pregnant with poetry. At six, I blindly tip-toed down the shadow Of the stairs, carefully Cradling my lunar embryo, Crooning a lullaby, a celestial tune To soothe the baby moon. At dawn, the poem was […]
