a cliché poem Back to black: the black comedy of a black soul black as night in a black hole a black sheep blackballed and blackmailed in the black raven black ink black paint it black on a black day under a black cloud black and proud black is beautiful black is magic Who […]
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A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Chiming in a Wintry Sunday
A silvery secret melody Of sleet on silence Stirs me From my sleep In morning’s murk Rain crystallises Tunefully Into minuscule bells Blown in On an Arctic blast Chiming in a wintry Sunday © Kim M. Russell, 2015
A re-worked version of…
‘Nightmare Poem’, first posted on 13th August. Shouting Rhymes After a night of haunting and relentless dreams of fully-formed poems, I am wired. Caged in ribs, heart flutters like a bird anxious to break free from captive night. Hands ache from wringing bed-sheets of words; mouth dry from shouting rhymes nobody heard. In the early […]
Another experiment…
this time with a poem I first posted on 12th August. Cyber Spider © Kim M. Russell, 2015
A simple sestet for a Friday morning
Ephemeral Poems Become Phantoms Ephemeral poems become phantoms; Whispering voices, a somnolent prayer Evaporating in shivering air. Shadowy plunderers of sleep and rhyme Haunt the sepulchre of inspiration, Midnight burglars of imagination. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Copper Beech Etched in the Garden
The last poem of today was developed from a poem posted here on 9th October. Copper Beech Etched in the Garden A handsome beech Stole under the hedgerow Etched itself furtively Into a space ~ Grew slender limbs And hardy roots Raised itself and threw A delicate lace ~ Of burnished leaves Up to the […]
The Owl
I was reminded of the poet Edward Thomas by a post from businessinrhyme, so I thought I would share another poem by the same poet that kind of reminds me that there is always someone worse off. The Owl Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; Cold, yet had heat within me that was […]
Hollow Inside
Last Friday was an odd day. It started with an ominous feeling of doom and gloom, accompanied by nausea and tears, that I couldn’t shake off. In the afternoon, my PC broke down, which was difficult but could be fixed. After a whole day alone, I waited for my husband to come home and by […]
Tidings of Magpies
This week I have been developing some of the scribbles I have posted, using techniques from Helena Nelson’s ’32 ways of reviving a rejected poem’. It has been a very useful exercise and I would like to continue with it. Here is a new version of a poem I posted on 3rd October. Tidings of […]
Thames Twilight
A low-lying mist creeps across the shore, Lit by the sun, a gauzy radiant balm. Gentle clink and creak of boats at anchor – Rhythmic percussion of a wind that’s calm. Silver as mercury, the Thames flows fast On its way to the seam of sea and sky, Stitched up with silhouettes of sails and […]
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