‘…painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter…’ Vincent van Gogh A grubby strip of cloth bound around his head distracts from the bright spot of burning reds, a Japanese print pinned to the wall before he sliced his ear. He painted the background of […]
Tag: Poetry Pantry
A Fruitful Late Afternoon Train Ride in March
All along the railway, the landscape’s studded with beechwoods, earthworks and tracks, serenaded by rocking clickety-clacks, and accompanied by clouds that scudded in from the east on a bitter weeping wind. Through dusty, grease-smeared glass, sidings sport orchards as we pass, sprouted from cores tossed from train windows: a magical hoard of apples glows, embers […]
Winter and Summer Sedōka
a naked landscape of icy geometry black branches against grey sky swirling skirts of mist sharp scent of snow-covered pines words float in white clouds of breath riotous colour the ripening of cornfields splash of yellow sunflowers bees humming mantras from honeysuckle to rose blessing the summer garden Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to […]
Frosted Innocence
Morning’s frosty breath halts the world, for just a moment, while we wonder and listen to it whisper. In the garden, birds have left hieroglyphic tracks, secrets that slowly thaw in the lukewarm stain of the rising sun. Kim M. Russell, 2018 A poem for Poets United Poetry Pantry #391
Cloud Thieves
The garden’s gaunt with February grey, even the grass is dirty this early morning Sunday and the clouds above are murky, drifting ragged ghosts or a witchy hurly burly racing towards the coast. One sudden ray of sun distracts them from their post; light-fingered clouds gather as one, purloin the golden coin and run. Kim […]
Suddenly a Jay
A dreary winter morning metamorphoses with the fell swoop of a jay, a flash of cobalt among damp fox-brush bracken and berries lit up like Christmas lights left hanging long past Twelfth Night. The garden seethes with moisture but a chink of peachy sunshine spreads its wings and smiles on this January Sunday. Kim M. […]
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