Confident cry Bubble of plaintive joy Bursts and adorns the sky With musical curlicues Elegant curlew Beats its way across water To mud flats Probes the ooze and silt With a distinctive Downward curving bill © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on www.rspb.org.uk
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Twilight
Twilight quickens In the sweep of cloud Hastening towards the darkness Of night’s heavy shroud Past the finger of the signpost Pointing the way Past the country church And down the lane Each dusk a little death to mourn Until the next new day is born © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Pigeon Steps in the Dark
Insomnia And restlessness reign Filling the night With closed-eye hallucinations Moon, stars and black holes Cast their shadows on your face Ticklish webs of confusion Forcing you to face phantoms Leave the covers’ comfort Play grandmother’s footsteps In fizzing phosphene Pigeon steps in the dark © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Shock and Shame
Your heartbeat skips a gap in time with the shock electric jolt of realisation blurs your vision fades in and then cuts to shame […]
Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas Tree Christmas is coming. Outside I see the gaunt trunk and brittle branches of a forgotten Christmas tree, planted in the garden years ago in between the wanton wiry willows, silently clamouring for weak winter light. Instead of tinsel frost glitters instead of baubles icicles tinkle instead of angels tiny birds peck at […]
Dashed Dreams
We sweep up Dashed dreams With a stiff broom And a stiff upper lip Some drink From a glass That’s half Full In the hopes of A brighter tomorrow Those with a glass That’s half Empty Just buy a new broom © Kim M. Russell, 2015
The Little Match Girl
Stave 1 Bareheaded and barefoot, Frozen to the bone, A little match girl walked In the wintry night alone; She had lost her slippers In the deepening snow. The pocket of her apron, Ragged, thin and wet, Held a bundle of matches Waiting to be lit. She feared a painful beating – She hadn’t […]
Unbidden Itchiness of the Mind
Murky morning brings furtive sparks, Unbidden itchiness of the mind, Blurry notions niggle in the dark, Wrangling about rhyme, Wrestling to escape Before the stanza Collapses. Once, As the sun rose, I tried to tie Its rich ribbons Into knots and bows Of orderly imagery – Tangling knots gagged me, Reduced Aurora into A single […]
The last poem for today is a found poem
Love for Nothing found in ‘Le Monocle de Mon Oncle’ a poem by Wallace Stevens I mocked myself alone, A thinking stone In a sea of spuming thoughts. A bird sought out his choir Of wind, wet and wing, A much-crumpled thing: The end of love For nothing. Apples, like skulls, Came rotting to […]
Nature’s Finery
Fiery autumn tints Have been extinguished By the storm, Slipping into winter In its decaying form. But in amongst the hedgerows And branches of the trees Hawthorn, holly and rose hips glow, A burst of sunset colours – Nature’s finery. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
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