(from Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘Anne Hathaway’) Encircling all my words with his,he caressed them with a gentle touch,slipped them on as if they were ashoe, a glove, a familiar verbhe desired for his own; dancingtogether to a melody inquadruple time, echoing thebeat of hearts, we were the centreof the serious ceremony ofthe allemande: we were […]
Tag: NaPoWriMo
Wherryman
Evening and wherryman rolls sails to the sound of dry reeds on the banks the constant rustling and whistling grey herons and avocets bobbing on the waves otters anoint their territory to the east of this shimmering Norfolk Broad the sun always sets […]
In Just One Sentence
Why use one word when you can spew twenty or more onto a blank page or a computer screen which entices you to burst open your soul like a sticky horse chestnut bud and release your innermost hopes and fears but keep the secrets slanting shadows (you can’t give too much away) and if on-line […]
It’s Not Just One Day…
in April writing a poem, it’s participation in the writing month and not taking up the challenge would really give me the hump. So here is a humble apology for the brevity of my ditty, not flowery or blustering, I admit, but it really is the pits. Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2017 On Day […]
Breathing
each breath secures the high harmony an anchor in a gale blowing dust off the mantelpiece standing on tiptoes clouding the mirror with a steady in and out Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 18 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re getting started. I’ve linked this post to […]
Warning
American flags disintegrate silently on the moon. Here on Earth, news has become the tinnitus of modern life. Ancient Rome was saved by a flock of honking geese. Today’s woodpecker is drumming hollow warnings: is anyone listening? Kim M. Russell, 17th April 2017 Image found on sciencealert.com On Day 17 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo […]
Sunday Morning Inspiration
I get up early while you’re still asleep; avoiding the cats, I creep down the stairs, try not to wake you with my leaden feet, stumble over work boots and into chairs. The bathroom floor’s cold, and the toilet seat, the sink is laced with toothpaste and stray hairs. The cat litter smells and they […]
A Walk on the Cutting Edge
I pull bracken fronds through fingers on the edge of a freshly shaven playing field, where cut grass lingers a tinny ping disturbs the aromatic stillness you reach into a pocket for your phone sand martins wheel, chiffchaffs dart through twigs, the woods whisper check the screen, smile and take a selfie tap the keys […]
What if…
I play chicken with Jupiter I might end up suspended in the teeth of a howling gale anchored legs straight arms stretched leaning into cosmic wind dodging lightning flashes among ammonia clouds my hands clamped over my ears at each rumble of thunder we might even play hoopla with Jupiter’s gossamer ring Kim M. Russell, […]
Night Hawks
Tall buildings shadow pavements, squinting their windows against light that spills from an insomniac Manhattan diner. Anonymous at a timeless hour, customers sit at the cherry wood counter with dirty coffee cups and a hankering for cherry pie, sugar to take the sour edge off a night of cigarettes and alcohol. Smoky thoughts curl […]
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