On a frosty night, stars careen, blow themselves to smithereens, and drift like snow in a symphony of moonlight. Play as if about to cry, suffused with inspiration: thrum strings of a moon -shaped guitar, pluck notes like butterflies, bones and birds. Chords have their own tongue. Words are not required, only the silver tunes […]
Tag: Shape poem
Birch Trunk
The contour of an old silver birch is broken by a wood- pecker cocking his red-capped headand hammering holes,catkins ripplingin the wind,insect bores, clinging strands of ivy,bulbous fissures,thick bark, ledges cushioned with moss and lichen,sprouting fungi.Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2024 It’s Monday, Aril Fools Day and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lisa is hosting […]
Message in a Bottle
his poem a bottle blue glass glittering in the sand washed up on sea swell salt and power ebb and crash on a distant beach buried in sediment until a girl’s bare foot stumbled upon a jewel hidden well among stones and shells its tattered label washed by the tide the message inside cryptic and […]
Trapeze of Life
Being human is a circus trick, a t i g h t r o p e w a l k between now and then, a flourish, and back again. juggling swords, eating fiery words, the highs and lows of the flying trapeze, the bearded lady’s s l o w s t r I p t […]
Tiny Promises
they dance on sunlight inhabiting air luminescent in another dimension blossoming hedges hum with pollen- dusted bees zipping in and out of f l e o r w s carrying honeyed promises Kim M. Russell, 12th April 2022 On the twelfth day of NaPoWrimo, the challenge is the opposite of yesterday’s: to invert our inspiration […]
Adrift
You square no one, rain and earthneglect the thrust and seduction ofyour repulsive cell. Always adrift inthe same vast night, nobody putsup a fight and sits tight, cosmosand black hole of anybody’s wrongdestroying another darkness, horneffects of addiction, after you misseach other. Sit it out for the first time […]
Circling
We circle each other,sun and moon, feelthe pull and pushof our magnetic fields.At different times of day,one of us yields or breaks away,planets or stars in our own right,creating our own light,halos of independence,before we collide,take up the danceagain, and we circle each other. Kim M. Russell, 24th March 2021 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Served from the Heart (revisited)
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Lockdown with Cat
I am the cat who walks by herself, proudly practising social distancing from others. I purr at the spring sun stroking my fur, while my human peers from a prison of windowpanes, longing for a friendly hug, a shared coffee and conversation. In the meantime, we’ve had to ration cat food until the next delivery. […]
It’s Raining
On my win- dow-pane there are drops of rain again. One cat came in soaked, the other has been chasing dribbles, and the washing will have to wait until tomorrow – unless it’s raining again. Kim M. Russell, 2nd February 2020 My response to Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry #5: A Tiny Light at […]
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