At nearly seven-thirty, it’s chilly, with reports of snow on the coast. After overnight rain, the sky is clear, no snow here and the sun, a hot-air balloon burning atomic number one, wears a Mona Lisa smile – she’s in her element and discrete in her experiments. Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2017 Image found […]
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Acrostic Art
Gun-metalled and straight-backed In shadow, looking Ahead at what’s Coming, reconciled with death: Open- mouthed, e- Maciated, E-tiolated To their bitter ends: Twisted Idols. Kim M. Russell, 26th April 2017 Alberto Giacometti at the 31° Venice Biennale in 1962, photographed by Paolo Monti (Fondo Paolo Monti, BEIC) – image found on Wikipedia On Day 26 […]
Along the Hedgerow
On the other side of this hedge, there’s a field and yet another hedge. I can’t see through the thickness of the hedge flecked with tiny mayflowers, stars in the hedge. There are daisies scattered close to the hedge; thorny tangles of brambles protect the hedge; stealthy stinging nettles strangle the hedge; medicinal dock leaves […]
What am I?
It’s frightening how easily you lose me – careless, thoughtless or accident prone – and yet you cherish the poems and songs I bring you, the dreams full of forgotten faces with which I lace your sleep after you’ve remembered all the words to ‘I pray the Lord my soul to keep’. Kim M. Russell, […]
Spring Secret
in the morning garden elm flowers dangle in the trees fluttering clusters of papery wings a reddish-purple heart in glimmering green Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2017 Image found on woodlandtust.org.uk On Day 23 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, It’s All In Your Head. Julia says says that poetry is supposed to be i) […]
Dancing in the Centre of a Noun
(from Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘Anne Hathaway’) Encircling all my words with his,he caressed them with a gentle touch,slipped them on as if they were ashoe, a glove, a familiar verbhe desired for his own; dancingtogether to a melody inquadruple time, echoing thebeat of hearts, we were the centreof the serious ceremony ofthe allemande: we were […]
Wherryman
Evening and wherryman rolls sails to the sound of dry reeds on the banks the constant rustling and whistling grey herons and avocets bobbing on the waves otters anoint their territory to the east of this shimmering Norfolk Broad the sun always sets […]
In Just One Sentence
Why use one word when you can spew twenty or more onto a blank page or a computer screen which entices you to burst open your soul like a sticky horse chestnut bud and release your innermost hopes and fears but keep the secrets slanting shadows (you can’t give too much away) and if on-line […]
It’s Not Just One Day…
in April writing a poem, it’s participation in the writing month and not taking up the challenge would really give me the hump. So here is a humble apology for the brevity of my ditty, not flowery or blustering, I admit, but it really is the pits. Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2017 On Day […]
Breathing
each breath secures the high harmony an anchor in a gale blowing dust off the mantelpiece standing on tiptoes clouding the mirror with a steady in and out Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 18 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re getting started. I’ve linked this post to […]
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