Watching over the vessel with cold periscope eyes, They partially bury the mine-damaged bow Of the shadowy hulk that was lost for a century, Tucked thirty metres deep below the North Sea. In the windy gaze of a marram-swept coast, Buoying crumbling bones in a crusty embrace, Barnacles embellish the skin of the conning tower, […]
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Autumn Swans
I am waiting For Bewick’s swans migrating After summer mating In windy Arctic wastes, Blowing in snow clouds from the north, Below them, glow of autumnal earth. Quite soon, A gentle trumpeting will fill the sky, Heralding cloud-white cheeks and breasts, And winter wildness. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.telegraph.co.uk My poem for imaginary […]
Satisfaction
Through windows, I’ve watched the changing season, The persistent shift of shapes and colours, Until I’m enticed into the garden, Where I’m ambushed by rampageous brambles, And underfoot soil sinks as I amble. The tree stump by the gate slowly decays, Colonised by fungi, ants and beetles; Overhanging birches obstruct my way Through a forest […]
A Breath of Fresh Air
After the claustrophobia of curtains closed before dusk, she feels like a smudged shadow tucked in her bowl of cardboard cornflakes. Stepping into the smoky light of a milky autumn morning, she pegs out her washing, a stronger penumbra, inhaling deep into her marrow the aroma of damp meadow flowers and grass crushed underfoot and […]
Fragile Bond of Sisterhood
Open oceans cannot stop these tides Of grief, the trickle and splash of sorrow Over-spilling rivers, bursting through sides Of lakes with the constant ebb and flow, Deceived by the duplicity of a cancerous Two-faced moon. I believed that blood Was thicker but you turned hazardous And you broke the fragile bond of sisterhood. The […]
And the Bicycle Spoke
I’ve been leaning against this wall all morning, Waiting to give my spokes an airing, Change gear, hear my bell rattling And tyres hiss as I bounce Over cobblestones. Instead, I’ve been dabbling In philosophy, contemplating Kierkegaard, Plato, Schopenhauer and Camus While I wait for you, Tucked out of sight Beside the gate. My cycle […]
Walking in the River of Dreams
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #127, also linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform Brooke Shaden Photography Slow and deep By the overgrown bank of sleep, Dreams slip, cold and slow-moving, Bearing dead leaves, a floating feather; Fantasy distilled by the flow of water. Emerging from the river and […]
Satnav
This is the first poem I have written following an exercise from The Poetry School in moving from the abstract to the concrete. See if you can work out which abstract noun it is about! I’m linking it to Imaginary Garden with Real Taods’ Tuesday Platform. We follow her instructions, The disembodied female voice Of […]
Liquid Blue Octave
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Breathing in Blue also shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform De (WhimsyGizmo) has inspired us with photos from her visit to Lake Tahoe – “Lake of the Sky” and, for this week’s Poetics, asks us to look up, breathe in some blue, and breathe out a poem. […]
Pressing Poetry
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #124, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform Image by Ronny Garcia Moron “For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.” —Langston Hughes, The Big Sea I press poems to my naked skin; they escape so quickly I must anchor them with pen and […]
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