A cold west wind drives waves against the northern shore; a cold west wind, releasing whorls of stinging sand, bends glinting leaves with winter hoar across the lake where small boats moor – a cold west wind. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Rondelet I’m back […]
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Different Dreams
I used to dream Of being someone else, not me. I used to dream Of swimming up and not downstream, A beauty in my fantasy, Wealthy and famous, not like me. I used to dream. Now I am me, Contented now, life is brighter. Now I am me: Older, experienced and free, A wife, […]
Sky’s Full of Stars
Another rondelet Sky’s full of stars And your heart’s full of broken dreams; Sky’s full of stars, Your skin’s latticed with silver scars. Your life’s come apart at the seams, Tearful eyes brimming with moonbeams. Sky’s full of stars. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.astronomy.com
No Place to Hide
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #45: Summer storm, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #178 – Saving Grace photo ©Fir0002 No place to hide On a path overhung with trees: No place to hide, Escape the thrumming of sulphide, Imminent lightning on the breeze, An undercurrent of unease: No place to hide […]
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