When I first saw those honest hands, the bones and veins, the cross-hatched lines, fingertips together, gently clasped in prayer, captured in ink, I think I began to understand spirituality. Oh, to draw such a hand! © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Tag: Poems
Shakespeare’s Hands
A sonnet as my first, slightly whimsical, response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Can You Give Me a Hand? The young man’s hands were slender, quick and strong, Composing sonnets to his unknown muse, Creating worlds in drama and in song To challenge the emotions and amuse. The busy writer’s hands were stained with […]
Night Mare on the Moor
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #104 On a desolate windswept dreamscape of granite and peat, muted moss blends into bracken beaten into submission by wuthering winds. Overhead, turbulent watercolours of a nightmare gather in the sky. Scratched by a pair of ravens’ gravelly tones, the sleepwalker stirs in a tangle of burs […]
Early Morning Words
After reading Jane Dougherty’s pearl of a poem this morning, I thought I’d give a circular poem a try as my response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #28! Arriving on winter’s tail feathers, Weather’s cool but sunny; Funny how the sun seems so bright. Light mornings draw me from my sleep; Deep dreams […]
Night-time at the Tattoo Parlour
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #101 In the gorgeous glare of neon, novitiates of nyctophilia congregate like moths, lurking by the irregular structure of the tattoo parlour, terrorising clients and siphoning erogenous thoughts as they lie on the adjustable chair, captives of the eristic artist for as long as it takes to pierce and ink […]
Sunday Walkers in Early Spring
The clatter of Sunday walkers’ Boots and walking sticks echoes loud As they pass through the yawning village Until it is swallowed By early morning mist and cloud In the hedgerows Daffodils stand proud A smear of buttery sunshine But an edge of something lingers A taste of frost The smell of undergrowth Numbness in […]
Trouble in the Water
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge Prompt “Wade in the Water” Waves Tug and roll Ebb and flow Carve and mould With a fishy tangy breath The sea’s a briny behemoth Nursing a multitude of mysterious Creatures at her tempestuous Incessant billowing breast They glow and glimmer Unaware of trouble Wading in the […]
The penultimate stave of The Wild Swans
Stave 8 Startled by an echo in the mountains, Barking dogs, hunting horns and guns, Elisa ran inside the cave and tied the nettles she had spun Into a bundle, upon which she sat down. The hunting hounds had sniffed her out, Leaping and barking all about. They were joined by hunters in a ring, […]
Medusa’s Lament
My response to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar – Bouts-Rimés Revisted This week Gayle’s challenge is to write a poem using the given end-rhymes. She has chosen: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone, and we have to use the words in the given order. It’s the last […]
Man of the Marshes
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #21: Pantoum Squelching through the muddy marshes, Entanglements of grass and reeds, He swipes at bolshy bulrushes, Crumbles the heads into white seeds. Entanglements of grass and reeds Bending, breaking as he strides by, Crumbles the heads into white seeds, Tossing them upwards to the sky. […]
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