In the left-hand foreground, balanced on the corner of a table laid with brown and cream linen, is a knife with a decorative ivory handle. Directly behind, a shiny upturned glass on a platter of brass beside a bunch of plump black grapes, just in front of a dish of ruby pomegranate seeds, into which […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
White Water Waltz
Where waltzing white water bumps and grinds timber The feet of log drivers beat out a tune; Maple leaves fall and are swept down the river To the song of the rapids by the light of the moon. It was under the moon I first waltzed with a log driver; Stepping lightly, he kissed me […]
A Few Clerihew
John Donne Was a dirty old man Who likened fondling and seduction To New World exploration John Milton Was a glutton for Stilton Nightmares from cheese on toast Resulted in Paradise Lost Elizabeth Barrett Browning Couldn’t stop frowning Like many lady Victorians She was hooked on laudanum © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My […]
Death Wears it Well
Death wears Anorexia well, draping the latest fashion against her bony frame – it’s all about the name – weighing herself up in the mirror, nude. Her attitude is rude and sassy, with a hint of fear, as she tucks lank hair behind her ear, turns to view her new tattoo and wonders why it’s […]
September Embers
In September, amber apples drop from the branch, crunch in grass soaked with dew and mist, kissed by footprints in a damp embrace. Lace of spiders’ gossamer cobwebs ebbs on an autumnal breeze. Trees smoulder, each leaf an ember in September. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 I have taken a sonnet I wrote last year […]
City of Bridges and Sighs
Give me a city of bridges and sighs, Shimmering water under cloudless skies, Flocking pigeons in St Mark’s Square Fed by the crowds of tourists there. Give me the surprise of a piazzale, The clanging of the bell in the Campanile, Echoes of gondoliers in the early morning haze And overcrowded vaporetti in the watery […]
Sea Sand Quadrille
Found in ‘We lying by seasand’ by Dylan Thomas Lying in a yellow grave of yellow sand and grave sea, silent tide lapping hollow yellow alcove of words between water storm and desert, we wish for wind to blow away our ills, cure them with golden weather and a one-coloured yellow cicada calm. © Kim […]
Finding Death’s Dominion
I have seen death’s dominion On the screen of my television: In the broad light of a September sun, A sky filled with bodies and broken bones. We did go mad to see those planes Annihilate the towers; Once more we are sane, We are dusty flowers Lifting our heads to the rain, Never wanting […]
Boxed in
Creak of ropes melds with creak of trees Bare wooden boxes swing in the breeze Contorted bone and spine are folded in Cubes of splintered wood on naked skin Swinging high amongst leaves and limbs Incarcerated at the furious forest’s whim Open to elements and nature’s powers Punishing heat, cold, wind and showers Revenge is […]
Opening the Day
Opening sleepy eyes, The openness of a new day Breaks through the slats Of the blind – Not blind but open. Opening mouth, Taking a breath At the wide open window, Opening lungs, mind and soul. Each day is a gift To be opened. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
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