Willows, the anchors of life, felted with silvery grey, captured the moon and his wife in a basket canopy, where daddy longlegs rattle and candle flies do battle: at the end of a hot day. Kim M. Russell, 19th July 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Septets This Thursday, Frank Hubeny […]
Tag: Moon
Rubai of Light
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 […]
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 […]
Echoes of Twilight
On the air, the taste of frost; breath of wood smoke and tang of leaves are suspended in twilight. A full moon reaches out to touch reflections splintering the white, tinged with bright lights of Christmas trees. Twinkling through the streetlight’s glow, intimate lamps of home remind us that its time to make our way. […]
Envious Moon
the mid-winter moon pressed its face to the window breathed frost on the glass envious of warm bodies their limbs and hearts intertwined Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Dreamstime.com My response to Carpe Diem #1099 Symphony No. 3 by Louise Farrenc Today Chèvrefeuille has inspired us with music of another little known female […]
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