He glows with bliss, with an innate passion for perfection. Pressing fingers, his caressing hand lingers, a blessing on the wax sole of her right foot. Repeating movements endlessly does not destroy the spontaneity, the joy in recreating every day a corps de ballet. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Tag: Quadrille
Shakespeare Dreaming
Words fall on fertile ground, blossoming midsummer dreams or sprouting mares of thorn and bane. While the poet’s pendulum swings, chimera of the mind whips whirring wings of fantasy into comedy, romance and tragedy, borne on feathered quill to make of what you will. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Waking up to Fear
Wind-buffeted morning shadows hunt silhouettes on back-swept wings. Blood, bone and muscle fit like gloves containing consciousness and fetid fearfulness. Everything breaks and dies. We fear the unexpectedness of death, a slow verb about to spring into action one unknown day, never far away. Kim M. Russell, 2017 The Kiss of Death located at Barcelona’s […]
Flicker
Poems are born as tiny flickers from diverse seeds of our imagination that germinate, sprout and quicken, ready to be planted in other people’s minds, where they can bloom and flower or they can droop and wither in the frost of poets’ winter: misinterpretation. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
Pepper
She offers him a bright red capsicum, a lonely heart, filled with peppery seeds. She holds her breath, bares delicate, perfumed skin, anticipates a sharp knife’s sting: seeds are spilled, her heart sliced and diced into a hot stew, a […]
Say it with Roses
On Friday night the doorbell rang. She opened up and there he stood, in his hands a sunset of roses, plump petals fragrant with promises. By Monday they had wilted, petals browning, stems slimy, pungent, sick with stagnant water, in a storm of greenfly. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Another poem in response to dVerse Poets […]
Honeysuckle Storm
I didn’t know lightning could smell sweet that thunder could hum a gentle beat and in the middle of a heavy metal summer song so dark it’s light so right it’s wrong I see a bee on a rose in a storm of honeysuckle Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Wired for Sound
in the middle of a field eyes squeezed tightly shut mouth open wide fingers in ears sound is suspended now and then a motorbike roars and whines cars hum in the distance senses open to patch of blue taste of earth and thud of heart Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
Waves
“These waves are claws, the boat is caught in them, you can feel it.” Theo van Gogh’s reaction to Hokusai’s ‘Under the Wave off Kanagawa’ Hokusai’s vivid emotion echoes, a great wave of Prussian blues, each line curling, echoing in its own splash, all born of a daily exorcism to limber up the brush: painting […]
Echoes of Bluebell Woods
Between the trees it’s blue, as if the sky had fallen and been transformed into nodding blooms, all-knowing fairy traps of truth. It’s a soft echo of blue, a Beltane pool to dive into and be swept away by a current of old magic. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
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