My response to Sacha Black’s #WRITESPIRATION 72 A STORY IN 120 SECONDS Locksmithery is an ancient craft: the first locks were found in Nineveh and Egypt; Romans wore keys on their fingers, showing off their wealth, rich enough to keep their treasures under lock and key. Locksmithery is a mysterious craft: magical, when you think of thieves […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
The Fir Tree continues
Stave 3 By Christmas, The fir tree had grown Into such a dark green tree, It was first to be chopped down; The axe bit deep and keen And it toppled with a groan. On a horse-drawn sleigh, The tree was driven into town, To a house where servants in livery Carried it to […]
The next stave of The Fir Tree
Stave 2 In autumn The fir tree Trembled to see Woodcutters Chopping, The tallest trees Toppling To the ground With a groan And a crash. Stripped naked, They were loaded Onto wagons And driven away. In spring, the swallows returned And the stork appeared, Singing songs of oceans and ships With magnificent mast trees […]
Night Comes to the Evening Table
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle #90 At day’s zenith, The hearse of narcissistic night approaches, Etiolates the remains of sunset, A nightshade Obsequious and vague. The sun’s areola, Disintegrating In drifting cloud, Is lost in the murmur Of the wide winter sky. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
The Fir Tree
Based on the story by Hans Christian Andersen Stave 1 In a forest, in a good spot With sunshine and plenty of air. Stood a little fir tree, So eager to grow up It didn’t think about warm sun or fresh air Or children chattering And berry gathering. The children exclaimed That the fir tree […]
Winter Walk with Dogs
Donning winter clothes And abandoning the warmth, We head towards an open space: Crunch of snow, Frozen face, Flakes on eyelashes And numb toes. Only pigeons brave the chill, Flapping ahead On the crest of a hill. Giving chase in a flurry, Steaming with loud Yapping as they scurry, We are surrounded By Christmas and […]
Once upon a Time
There is a certain magic A spine-tingling moment When the tale begins You could be beside an open fire In an armchair or in bed The opening of a fairy tale Is the unlocking of your head To a densely populated forest With trails and trees, Witches and fairies, Princes and princesses, And all kinds […]
Under a Pearly Sky
Yellow-faced finches Flit in the bushes Of the ancient woods. A cold wind rises, Tossing the topmost branches, Dancing with flame-like larch leaves Lining the edge Of a field of sedge, Milky in the early light. It is silent Under a pearly Norfolk sky. ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 Yes, I know, the haiku was supposed […]
Christmas morning
Christmas kisses Flutter on your eyes Like snowflakes While you still drift On a waking dream Of shadow and light You’ve left the night And emerge on Christmas morning To a robin’s greeting And deer in the wintry garden © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Colder than Expected
A Christmas morning stroll Along the beach To watch waves roll And seagulls out of reach Turn cartwheels In the frozen clouds Underfoot there is a crunch Of sand and pebbles Instead of snow As we call the dogs And turn for home And Christmas lunch. ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
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