The old moon has crumbled Into stars There is nothing left To hold the sky together I watch it from behind my hands Feel my bones strain Under the weight of it all Waiting for the mountains Of the moon to fall Soaking up the darkness And the light Steadfast in the silence Of the […]
Tag: Poems
The Kindness of Friends
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Choose a Line. This week Mary has asked us to read the poem “Burning the Old Year” by Naomi Shihab Nye, choose one of the lines & use it as a line in a newly written poem. I have chosen the line: ‘Notes friends tied to the doorknob’. My […]
Lunatic Virtuoso
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – 4 – grin The crescent moon has almost disappeared A Cheshire cat grinning at my madness Silver smugness Reminiscent of my aunt’s Buddha Rotund on the mantelpiece Smiling down at four-year-old me Playing the ebony Notes on the upright piano A virtuoso Only Buddha didn’t think so […]
Gordian Knot – a shadorma
My response to the secret keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #27 (5) Words: | WORTH | SPARK | PLOT | QUAKE | SPY | Spyglass squints A spark of light glints Fingers quake As dawn breaks Worthy secret agent’s plot A Gordian knot © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on http://www.counter-currents.com
The Tipsy Widow’s Funeral
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #100 Her grave is a xenolith of lustrous Marble, disguised by a grassy knoll. The funeral is tempestuous, The vicar a fraudulent troll Spouting his panegyric. He didn’t know her, Never saw the widow’s laces Stained with spiteful traces Of laudanum and breakfast yolk That trickled down her chin. […]
Brave and Quiet
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #149 “Collage 18” The quote “You’re So Brave and Quiet I forget you’re suffering.” Ernest Hemingway. Behind the trusty doors of confession A soul is bared Unaware That someone else is listening And later Over coffee The story creeps across a kitchen table Grotesque gossip Woven like a […]
Early Morning Snow
I wake from a sleepless night To a noiseless chill No cockerel crow from across the field No pigeon coo from the window sill Everything is silvery still Where yesterday was green With signs of spring This morning Everything Is veiled with white The pillow of the sky Torn by silent birds’ flight And the […]
Springtime Scribbles
Last year’s fading foliage scrambles Over the weather-worn garden fence, Tangling with rampant nettles and brambles, Snatching and snarling, dark and dense. Primroses cower among the roots, Innocent lemon flowery softness, Custodians of other tender shoots Full of sap and youthfulness: Sure signs of spring begin to filter Through the closing door of winter. […]
The Truth of Words – an hour glass poem
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #20: Hourglass poetry element of truth in snarl of words sparse slivers of light in shadows lingering constellation of a train of thought © Kim M. Russell, 2016
The River Sings
My response to Mindlovesmisery’s Menageri Music Prompt #32 ” “Riverside” by Agnes Obel The riverside bench is empty This evening Where coy catkins lean and dip Writing In the silver ripples poems To spring If you listen closely you will hear the river Sing © Kim M. Russell, 2016
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