This island was mine;I lived alone with everything upon it,unnamed but known to me. Twanging music accompanied the lullabyof voices on the wind and waveswhen this island was mine. Now I collect sticks for firewoodand share the bounty of my isle,unnamed but known to me, with no hope of unconditional love,a gentle touch, a mate […]
Tag: The Tempest
This Isle of Noises
The corona virus has all but silencedthis isle of noises,masks have muffled our voices,damp squibs at the festival of light. Unmasked revellers light bangers and screamers,sparks of hope for dreamers,while Caliban sobs in a cornerover glasses drained of wine. Kim M. Russell, 28th December 2020 My response to earthweal weekly challenge: A Feast of Earth […]
Aerial Comes of Age
For the eleventh time this year, one of my poems has been published on-line by Visual Verse. It’s on page 14 of this month’s edition, Vol 4, Chapter 02, which is full of fantastic poetry and prose, all based on one unusual image. You can go to visual verse.org and read all the prose and poetry, […]
In Prospero’s Cave
My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Liminal– #writephoto The sea mounted to the welkin’s cheek And brought a prince called Ferdinand, Shipwrecked and lost on foreign sand, Subject to Prospero’s command, A spirit in Miranda’s eyes: A thing divine. Thoughts of Miranda made labour sweet; She was created of every creature’s best But […]
Song of a Modern Prospero
Inspired by my current attempt to write a poetic synopsis of The Tempest from the point of view of Miranda in 400 characters, a poem from the point of view of a modern Prospero is my response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #153 “Collage 20” Tell me, my only child, With your studious looks And […]
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