My response to Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge: a poem on the theme of winter. Early morning frost laced Leaves and grass Bejewelled cobwebs Glittered as we passed Our words hung breathless In the frozen air And then melted away In the early sun’s glare. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Editing my Soul
I lay myself bare On a blank page Of white paper Or a computer screen, Scribbling or tapping Black symbols into shape In random rhythms that writhe Beneath my fingers, Syncopate My heart beat, Editing my soul. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Wreck of a Schooner
In the darkest gloom A cannon’s boom Blew into dreams from elsewhere, Roused by the raging storm And the wreck of a schooner, The promise of cargo Washed onto the beach By the swollen sea. Breakers bore down, Rolling in interminable hosts, A torrent of foamy ghosts, The only sounds of wind and whales, And […]
Cat Philosophy
A bit of fun on a rainy Thursday A gentle head butt After a successful night’s hunting And all I hear is Look what the cat dragged in A bird A mouse A juicy worm I’m just teaching my surrogate family How to hunt © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Eustacia
Inspired by a character in Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native Queen of the night, her hair was winter-dark, a raven trapped in the thorns of Victorian values; raw material of a divinity, she kept herself apart. They thought her a wanton witch: lonely wanderer on the night-cloaked heath, dancer on the Rainbarrow, longing […]
Lighthouse at Happisburgh
I am reblogging a poem I posted back in October to celebrate the 225th anniversary of Happisburgh Lighthouse, which is on the North Norfolk coast. Beacon in a turnip field Warns Of storms And danger On the sands No rocks here Just crumbling Cliff and beach Since the Ice Age A village that fears […]
Migraine
I cannot ignore the pain that bores through my eyes and into the orbs of my skull a dull throb robs me of creativity silences poetry drags words into a black hole leaving visual trails traces of snow and ice that freeze me In a migraine © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Sun in January
This poem was inspired by an image posted by Paul Militaru, which he has kindly allowed me to use. Sunlight splinters the skin The membrane of water That keeps energy in Allows pebbles to skim And light to ricochet Blazing a dazzling way Across ripples and waves To the edge of the lake Or even […]
No More Resolutions
The rags of last year’s Hopes and fears Soaked up sweat and tears I haven’t made the same mistake No promises to break No moments of sadness or joy to fake Just poetry and words © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Ocarina Owls
In secret silver shadows of morning an owl on silent wings glides over the dewy garden displacing air branches skeleton leaves and my quickening heart orange-eyed and ghostly dissolving into the silver birches releasing quavering hoots with the timbre of an ocarina © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
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