I am waiting For Bewick’s swans migrating After summer mating In windy Arctic wastes, Blowing in snow clouds from the north, Below them, glow of autumnal earth. Quite soon, A gentle trumpeting will fill the sky, Heralding cloud-white cheeks and breasts, And winter wildness. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.telegraph.co.uk My poem for imaginary […]
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Ink
She tattoos the ticking seconds In five bar gates With her indelible Indian ink hands Time never waits Time never stands Still while she gropes with sightless fingers For yet another skin-tight space To sweep the hands and sardonic smile Off the timekeeper’s face. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 inspirationfeed.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo […]
Morning Quadrille
Usually loathe to linger In a warm cloud of bedclothes, Admonished by the cold finger Of October morning light, I rose to the song of birds, Inky swirl of overcast sky And gentle tumble of words In a morning quadrille – So the day began. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Another poem for dVerse Poets Pub […]
Busting Clouds
In rock-ribbed pools and sheen of shore, grey and white reflections meld into ice-blue cirrus skies. Wind tumbles in a cumulus of sighs, ripples silhouettes of crabs and shells, busting bits of bone and nimbus whales, exploding into fins, teeth, tails and sea clouds. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille, […]
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 […]
Sea Sand Quadrille
Found in ‘We lying by seasand’ by Dylan Thomas Lying in a yellow grave of yellow sand and grave sea, silent tide lapping hollow yellow alcove of words between water storm and desert, we wish for wind to blow away our ills, cure them with golden weather and a one-coloured yellow cicada calm. © Kim […]
Boxed in
Creak of ropes melds with creak of trees Bare wooden boxes swing in the breeze Contorted bone and spine are folded in Cubes of splintered wood on naked skin Swinging high amongst leaves and limbs Incarcerated at the furious forest’s whim Open to elements and nature’s powers Punishing heat, cold, wind and showers Revenge is […]
Opening the Day
Opening sleepy eyes, The openness of a new day Breaks through the slats Of the blind – Not blind but open. Opening mouth, Taking a breath At the wide open window, Opening lungs, mind and soul. Each day is a gift To be opened. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
The Leaving
Together, they inhaled autumn: foliage choreographed early morning lightshows of decomposing leaves; brambles snagging sleeves as they followed fallen acorns, until he found a perfect russet leaf for her to press between the leaves of sonnets to alleviate her distress at his autumn leaving. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest Another poem in response […]
Autumn Quadrille
Summer hangs Tart apples on turning trees, Spinning into autumn, Disrobing leaves, Motley patchworks Of ochre and russet, Morning mist and muted Shades of sunset. Fanned by the wind With a kiss and a sigh, A mantle of fire, Then they fall and fly. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #15 […]
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