Going to Bed on New Year’s Eve with a Good Book and a Cup of Tea The novelty has worn thin Fireworks only make a din Their flash and fizzle no longer thrill Crowds and laughter only chill Me to the ageing bone I ignore the ringing of the phone The kisses and songs that […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
A final poem for 2015
Tangles of Briar The briars lost their leaves months ago Exposing thorns sharp as shards of glass They have not been exposed to snow Or made brittle by frost and ice Their black threads tangle the hedgerow Ensnaring harmless birds and mice Foraging for elderberry and sloe And my careless hand scratched twice Beaded with […]
Another Year Approaches
As another year approaches On the back of a brisk breeze The garden comes alive Against the backdrop Of a clear sky Just a tiny silver plane high In the distance Dragging a short tail Of vapour trail Sun glances Gilding the topmost branches Of the silver birches Last year’s yellow […]
Broken Clock
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge 11: Sayings Even a broken clock Is right twice a day No urgent tick or tock No clamorous chime To mark the time Just the sun Rising and setting Clouds passing Wind blowing Dandelion seeds – Another broken clock © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on ifsantag.deviantart.com […]
A Windy Night
If I were a kite last night I would have been dancing in the dark weaving in branches and having a lark with washing making dogs bark instead I was hiding under the covers listening to the whoop and howl of the wind I even jumped when it blew the window open and rushed […]
Weather
I don’t worry about whether It’s foggy or snowy Sunny or grey I enjoy weather Whatever It articulates Feelings in my heart Thoughts in my mind Illustrates the day Colours in-between the lines Of life Offers something to talk about Fills in the gaps Introduces strangers Brings together friends Determines how a day starts And […]
Garden Geometry
There are triangles in the bare branches of trees deconstruction in the garden geometric angles in the tangles of winter smoothed only by arcs of light tracing ghostly foliage smoothing the edges of day with rays from a circular sun © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on http://www.vangogh.net
Old Spectacles
How forlorn they are the empty frames tangled and forgotten in a dusty drawer no lenses to clarify the shadowy blur sightless and useless bent and shapeless without a face to hold them in place © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on home.bt.com
Drawing the Curtains on Twilight
At half past three The moon is opaque In the watery sky A thin thumbnail Marking a point in the long day A soft veil A no time In between now And drawing the curtain on twilight © Kim M. Russell, 2015
The end of the fir tree’s tale
Stave 4 The next morning, The fir tree waited To be decorated, But it was dragged to the attic, Amongst trunks and boxes, With rats and mice for company. At first, the mice were friendly, Scurrying in and out of its branches, Listening to its stories. But eventually, they disappeared And the tree was all […]
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