I’m sorry that our path divided and led in different ways; sad that you’ve forgotten the joy of childhood days; disappointed that my words could never melt the ice around your heart – they might have spelt a message you misunderstood. I’m sorry that a shared past is no promise of a future bond of […]
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Paradox of Absolutes
How can we grasp reality without images and parables? We live by laws of nature and sing our hymns of praise; reach for heaven and find infinity and flux, children fishing for stars in oceans. Like stars we return to dust, guide others to join up the dots, to understand the paradox between belief and […]
Self-Cento(red)
There’s a chill in the early morning air. Light spreads brightly downwards from the wide fluttering clusters of papery wings, tangles tongues with rain. Anonymous at a timeless hour, pigeons pace like commuters in the station, detect a rhythm, diminuendo of minor notes – no cooing on the telephone wire. A shadow flits ahead. Along […]
Day 28 Spring Haiku
spring cleaning broken cobwebs steeped in dust last year’s memories grey feathers scattered among spring daisies young swans gather April showers confetti blossoms puddle spring promises Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 28 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we are writing haiku. Ali doesn’t want us to bother […]
Hydrogen
At nearly seven-thirty, it’s chilly, with reports of snow on the coast. After overnight rain, the sky is clear, no snow here and the sun, a hot-air balloon burning atomic number one, wears a Mona Lisa smile – she’s in her element and discrete in her experiments. Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2017 Image found […]
Acrostic Art
Gun-metalled and straight-backed In shadow, looking Ahead at what’s Coming, reconciled with death: Open- mouthed, e- Maciated, E-tiolated To their bitter ends: Twisted Idols. Kim M. Russell, 26th April 2017 Alberto Giacometti at the 31° Venice Biennale in 1962, photographed by Paolo Monti (Fondo Paolo Monti, BEIC) – image found on Wikipedia On Day 26 […]
Along the Hedgerow
On the other side of this hedge, there’s a field and yet another hedge. I can’t see through the thickness of the hedge flecked with tiny mayflowers, stars in the hedge. There are daisies scattered close to the hedge; thorny tangles of brambles protect the hedge; stealthy stinging nettles strangle the hedge; medicinal dock leaves […]
What am I?
It’s frightening how easily you lose me – careless, thoughtless or accident prone – and yet you cherish the poems and songs I bring you, the dreams full of forgotten faces with which I lace your sleep after you’ve remembered all the words to ‘I pray the Lord my soul to keep’. Kim M. Russell, […]
Spring Secret
in the morning garden elm flowers dangle in the trees fluttering clusters of papery wings a reddish-purple heart in glimmering green Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2017 Image found on woodlandtust.org.uk On Day 23 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, It’s All In Your Head. Julia says says that poetry is supposed to be i) […]
Dancing in the Centre of a Noun
(from Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘Anne Hathaway’) Encircling all my words with his,he caressed them with a gentle touch,slipped them on as if they were ashoe, a glove, a familiar verbhe desired for his own; dancingtogether to a melody inquadruple time, echoing thebeat of hearts, we were the centreof the serious ceremony ofthe allemande: we were […]
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