As in Pablo Picasso’s depressive art, the long path through a winter dark with anguish, despair and frailty is a spectrum of indigo melancholy: from blue-tinged ice, cobalt and navy to the hopefulness of aquamarine, it echoes our blind faith in the seasons. And then, suddenly, pieces of sky drop to earth in hosts of […]
Tag: Spring
Spring in Speech Marks
My life has been steeped in chromaticity, punctuated by leaves and buds, but me, I’m still curled up like an apostrophe suspended between seasons. In the green garden, pointillistic blue flowers bloom as a cloud of full stops, and you surprise me like an exclamation mark, true to your pink gregariousness, bringing light and heat […]
Sounding Out Spring
Vowels ploughed into other: opened ground.The mildest February for twenty yearsIs mist bands over furrows, a deep no soundVulnerable to distant gargling tractors. Seamus Heaney In the north, the Ploughis ridden by the moonand frost continuesto clench the earth.Early morning walkingwakens words,enlivens lines from puffsof frozen breath,vowels ploughed into other: opened ground. Punctuated by stoneand root, […]
A Seuss Kind of Spring
In the first days of spring, when night’s frost melts in seconds, a heron streaks upstream, where the seed heads are darkened; they are weighted by rain as it drifts in a flurry, milky air lining grass blades. We are not in a hurry. We are dancing and singing on dew-pearly meadows and we’re waiting […]
Spring Skeltonic
There’s blossom on the trees and the urgent hum of bees drifts on a gentle breeze that’s tickling my knees. The blackbird stopped his song, he thinks he got it wrong; he’s been silent for so long his voice is not so strong. But as the blossoms fall and bees begin to crawl, the blackbird […]
Eddying
Ayoungstream fillsthe spring woods,fizzes and chatters,bubbling up from its aquifer. At first it forms a tiny pool,clear and natural,eddying,untilspringfloods. Kim M. Russell, 7th April 2021 Image found on dreamstime.com My response to NaPoWriMo Day Seven Today’s prompt asks us to choose a syllable-based form: the shadorma, a six-line, 26-syllable poem or stanza – a poem […]
I live by a river
The river wraps around trees,some fallen, some weeping,plays over branches,and twigs, scattering light. Yesterday was full of birdsswooping, diving, chattering,among young leaves;a robin blustered in the cherry, parrying the two-note callof a pheasant strutting amongdaffodils, eager for a matein these early days of rebirth. Today, unseasonal snowflakes meltas soon as they touch the silent earth. […]
Spring is already here…
In our garden we have green daffodil leaves, a small clump of snowdrops, buds on the cherry tree and honeysuckle tendrils. I’ve seen catkins dangling from branches and fuzzy pussy willow buds on my way to and from home. And we have cock pheasants strutting about noisily, facing up to each other. Mother Nature hums […]
Cherry Petals
clusters of petals snatched and scattered by the wind blush of confetti Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1652 Cherry Petals (modern kigo) In the penultimate episode of April 2019, in which we have explored modern and classical kigo for spring, our challenge involves a modern kigo taken from Jane […]
Spring Sorrow
ragged rooks follow the path of a plough black wings reflect the sorrow lonely tomorrow tear springs walking in yarrow sad chiaroscuro death stings Kim M. Russell. 25th April 2019 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetry Form: the Lai Grace is our host with a new poetry form: the lai. It reminds me a […]
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