I leap into cool water, letting the ripples calmmy skin, soothe my limbs as they carveits viscosity with their fluidity into curvedwaves, splashes and droplets that flyinto sunlit air. I ama diver, a swimmer,a mermaid: seemy fishy tail! Kim M. Russell, 20th May 2024 Image by Bruce Christianson on Unsplash For the Garden of Neuro […]
Tag: Nonet
Tingle
In this stifling heat I conjure up the redolence of forest snow, the ice-trapped secrets of moss and fern, and the tingling overtone of pine – how I long to bottle it, make it mine. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2022 For this week’s Tuesday Poetics our guest host is Jo, also known as Worms, […]
A Fresh View
after the drumming of last night’s stormthis morning’s view from the windowis silvered with rain, colourshave faded – no rainbowjust gossamer threadson leaf and boughglisteningcrystalsfresh Kim M. Russell, 9th April 2022 On NaPoWriMo Day 9, I am delighted that my poem is featured as daily participant with my “breezy interpretation of Day Eight’s alter-ego prompt”. […]
Fragile Edge of Solitude
I walk alone where hard pebbles roll beneath soft soles. The ocean is whipped and lacy waves, a mêlée of foamy white and foggy grey, chase across the sand, tickle toes, lisping at the fragile edge of solitude. Kim M. Russell, 27th March 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Solitude Sumana says that […]
The End and the Beginning
After the delay to summer’s end, autumn fruits and berries remind us of the taste of summer the luxurious heat the lingering light the genesis of brand new buds of spring red purple gold and brown wrapped in grey mist and the smell of leaves smoke curls from a bonfire long before the chimneys belch […]
Toad Nonet
My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #34 Each spring, toads leave hibernacula, Take a trip from rock crevices, Leaf piles and drains to gather In ponds, streams and rivers, Some with eyes of fire. Writhing webbed feet Melt my heart, Make me Smile. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on forums2.gardenweb.com
Nonet
My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #20 The wintry wind speaks in breathy tongues Echoes of words from foreign climes Fights with trees to pass the time Tangling shadows and light Embracing a free And floating kite Starts a slow Mournful Dance © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.freeimages.com
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