She followed in the wake of her lover’s distant boat, Flying her heart like a kite above waves. She was trying in vain to keep her life afloat, But her heart scraped clouds and was soaked by rain. She was tied by a rope, Her love firmly anchored to a sailor who left her To […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Geranium
A simple blush Hiding in a bush Of handsome leaves Soaking up the sun And radiating scarlet With the intoxicating scent Of a hardy harlot Peppery hot Green With a citrus zest © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Inspired by this wonderful image taken by Paul Militaru
Midnight Drawing
The sleeping artist’s finger smears bright chalk on night’s murk of monochrome shadows. The artist is at work, splashing golds and blues in a dream’s inky hues, scribbling phantasmal figments in glimmering pigments that explode like chrysanthemums and burn like red hot geraniums across the canvas sheets and evaporate with the onset of morning light. […]
Lying Awake in the Small Hours
Awake and drenched in moonlight, When sleep has become an oversight, I weather the wizened words of day, Grey ash on my ravelled retinae – All that’s left of a discursive dream, A sanguine, repetitive refrain Tempered by transparent shadows, Models of monochrome lightshows That seem to be the custom In the science known as […]
Onion Moon
Oh, onion moon! I peel back Your parchment tunic, Reveal the icy light within, Slice psychic knife Into your skin, Penetrate your inner sphere, Your scales and layers Silvery clear, Breathe pungent perfume Of your bitter juice And pray to you: Illume My dreams Oh, onion moon! © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found […]
Heart-seeking Missile
She crossed empty bridges, Climbed buildings And mountainous ridges That were nothing but smoke, Searched in clouds, mist and fog, Holding tightly to the rope Of her romantic hope, A bobbing carnival balloon, A faded yellow harvest moon, Forsaking her art, A missile seeking a heart. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Collage created by […]
Smiling at the Sea
We stand waist-high In marram grass, Smiling at the sea, Shading our eyes Against spangles of sun To discern a distant boat Sunk in parallels of green And purple marsh, cream Sand of a windswept coast Silvered by ice blue surf, Tasting the zest Of salt and mud- It’s in our blood. © Kim […]
My eighth poem in Visual Verse
‘On First Encountering a Stallion’ is on page 22! Check it out at http://visualverse.org/
Just One Small Drop
When life began its haunting dance Among a symphony of stars, There was no sun, nor was there day, No rivers, streams or reservoirs, Just one small drop of astral dew That twinkled in the morning sky, That dripped and fell and swelled and grew, Made planets gasp and comets sigh, The universe and heaven […]
Knell of the Elephant Bell
The hollow knell Of a brass elephant bell’s Ponderous tune Begins to swell, Low and musical In the forest gloom. An elephant bull Strives in limited room, First his shoulder lifts, The bell rumbles, Then his body shifts From side to side And the bell tumbles Around his neck, An extra burden, A signal bell, […]
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