1 Winter willows throw dramatic and distorted geometric shapes. 2 Naked trunks rise cracking from brittle grass, shedding frost and ice. 3 Intricate lace of charcoal branches is pinned to pale winter skies. 4 Lemon catkins, wriggling with new growth and warmth, anticipate spring. 5 Tousled corkscrews are teased into a tangle, wind-willowed. 6 Leaves […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
In Honour of the Moon
The sky is shattered glass in dead of night, Crackling and pulsating with splintered light; A mass of constellations burning bright And scintillating in shimmering white, In honour of the moon, Earth’s satellite. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Jane Dougherty Writes Poetry challenge #50: Fifty For the fiftieth challenge, Jane has given us […]
Canal Reflections
Firefly reflections splash Inky canal water, Citric paint rinsed From the badger brush Of a Dutch master. Against the interplay Of twilight and shadow, Charcoal scratches Of lacy willow Veil a violet sky. Framed by a coal-black arch Like the lens Of the tow-path walker’s eye, A masterpiece unfolds Beyond the damp echoes Of the […]
After Reading Ozymandias
After reading Shelley’s ‘Ozymandias’ in bed, My lashes fluttered, eyelids closed, So I lay down my weary head. In vivid dreams the poet took me by the hand: I was the traveller in an antique land. He led me across the expansive desert, showed me In a distant place two vast and trunkless legs of […]
Fragility of Arrangements
They had made the arrangements. She walked away on blown out Egg shells, spearing embryos On her Manolo Blahnik stilettos, Whipping up meringue in her wake, Its dull crunch a reminder Of her empty womb. How easy it was to suck From a relationship all the smooth Creaminess and leave The fragility of arrangements To […]
A Breath of Fresh Air
After the claustrophobia of curtains closed before dusk, she feels like a smudged shadow tucked in her bowl of cardboard cornflakes. Stepping into the smoky light of a milky autumn morning, she pegs out her washing, a stronger penumbra, inhaling deep into her marrow the aroma of damp meadow flowers and grass crushed underfoot and […]
Strokes and Shadows
Economy of line and shade conveys so little and evokes so much. With brush strokes and touch the artist captures: a curved line – the rim of a hat; a charcoal shadow – a gloved hand; a vermillion smear – a pair of lips whisper of blush. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Rene Gruau […]
Kyrkogrim
The petal silk of her skin, Pronounced against a gloam of hair, Rescinds the black glitter of her eyes, Void of warmth And deep as space. Keeping safe Her staggered spirit Wrapped in the density of tweed, Shibboleth of widow’s weeds In hues of night and shadow, Some may think she is unhinged, The ringer […]
Falsely Yours
naïve and pretty young girl in a floral dress shrinks from your caress bright squares of sunlight making patterns on the floor but no open door a caged bird of prey falsely yours until she flies into a clear sky held by silver chains the trappings of wealth and fame it’s only […]
In the Darkness of the City
In the darkness of the city a weapon clatters to the pavement. Nobody listens. The traffic clamours. Always. She was once moon-eyed and young, trying Her wings. Now, in a dark alley, a middle-aged woman lifts up her tear-stained Face and is dragged behind the rubbish bins, Into the shadows. She lies amongst the rotting […]
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