The wreckage of winter has left the landscape rolling gently yet strangely bare shivering in the frigid air where rags of mist and cloud drip tears on branch and bark of naked, twisted trees that turn their backs on the chilly breeze snow and ice have left their mark and streams and rivers full to the […]
Tag: Poems
The Wheels of Time – a Rondel
My response to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar; the Rondel, has turned into an eco poem, inspired by a photograph I took on the way to a local beach. The wheels of time turn, Leaving behind worn out tyres To rot, moulder and expire By a roadside or on a pile to burn. When […]
Princess Elisa’s story continues
The Wild Swans Stave 4 After the darkest night, Without even the light Of a glow worm to ease her loneliness, Elisa set off through the vast forest And soon came upon A kindly old woman. Elisa asked if she had seen Eleven princes on their horses. She replied no, but eleven swans with […]
Your shoes will make you happy today
My response to #dversepoets ‘as the cookie crumbles’ Sunday morning sun pushed its way Through windows grimy with winter smears, Crooking its finger – an invitation to enjoy the day. Pulling on sturdy shoes unworn for several years, We made our way to a nearby strand. Invigorated by wind and waves, we strode In […]
Celestial Kiss
Another response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #69 An Essay About Real Love the sun meets the moon as it rises each morning and gently explodes © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.tumblr.com
Arcadia
A poem inspired by Barb Mann’s picture Safe in the embrace Of the horizon Poetic shaped space Where sea meets sky Far from the beach Where surfers land Below clouds Where seagulls fly Mermaids lilt siren songs Silvery seashell melodies Rise from their lungs Burst above the crash of waves Marry with nature’s harmonies […]
The Wild Swans continued
Stave 3 Elisa wept and sadly crept Out of her father’s castle. Not knowing whether to turn left or right, She wandered over marsh and field, Into the forest and the night, Where she found soft moss to lay her head, Said her prayers and went to bed. She watched the glow worms shimmering […]
A Da Vinci Ode
Bastard child of Tuscany Gliding on the thermals Of your own artistry Your paradoxical Mushrooming mind Spawned myriads of sketches Tumbling into your daily margins Fantastical flying machines Mechanisms of war And perfect brushstrokes A gentle ray of sunlight On the face of the Madonna Or the smile of the Mona Lisa You bridged art […]
Everything Was Beautiful
My response to MindLoveMisery’s Writing Prompt #144 “Collage 16″ They woke up to espresso In aquamarine cups Black and strong Nothing could go wrong She sat on his knee In a hotel room in Tuscany After a night of pasta and wine The floor boards creaked Under their feet Everything was beautiful And nothing hurt […]
Saddleworth Moor
This poem is rather dark and morbid for a Sunday morning, but I have been thinking about it for a long time. I was reminded of it by a recent article I read about Saddleworth Moor and recalled the impact the moors murderers, Brady and Hindley, had on me as a child – the personification of bogeymen […]
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