Category Archives: My poetry

A E Malady A message sent: Please mend my heart ache tape and sew edges 200 yard thread 99cents sharp eye needle stabs flesh bleeds trace specks smear weave sampler tapestry tattered hangs patched a remedy salve healed Kim King©2015

Fragrant Magnolia blossoms open blush petals–– teacups poised on outstretched hands, waiting for Nephelae to steep and pour oolong or Earl Grey into painted porcelain. Drops spill and roll off leaf saucers, staining the linen tablecloth. We smell rain. Kim … Continue reading →

Swinging Doors Slam! The pine door banged close for the last time, but I turned too late to see your boots walk away––a cowboy, Stetson secure, who pushed open the louvered saloon half doors in a old black and white … Continue reading →

Demeter’s Confession The cypress trees protect the wall from wind that pushes with both arms. The dust, a sprite, who whisks a layer on the table, tiles, and bench, removes the leaves from beds where sprouts are poking through the … Continue reading →

Prepared She slices through skin, her wrist immobile, hand turned upward, blood runs black from iron, drops stain towels that soak up her youth. Ghost at love, shy in school, pain released by pain that numbs her pain––– a cycle … Continue reading →

Melodies A leaf unfurls its citron flag. Jays trumpet notes–– jazz tunes echo. Sparrows weave their nests of stray dog hair and threads. Beaks emerge first, then wings. Leaves skitter across lawns, scampering to safety from pursuing gusts. A warped … Continue reading →

I Dare You It started on the slopes at the crest of the black diamond hill. My empty stomach rumbled, I heard the skiers hit the ice and scrape their edges, carving into hard-packed snow, but I could not move … Continue reading →

Garden Cleanup     The rosemary died this winter, its woody stems peeled, stalks broken, brown needles scattered underneath moldy oak leaves.   Shovel and pruners in hand, I alternate between trimming and removing the herbs–– like tender wind-worn bonsais. … Continue reading →

Melodies A leaf unfurls its citron flag. Jays trumpet notes–– jazz tunes echo. Sparrows weave their nests of stray dog hair and threads. Beaks emerge first, then wings. Leaves skitter across lawns, scampering to safety from pursuing gusts. A warped … Continue reading →

How does a poem work? she asked, doodling on her notebook cover, the only child of divorced parents, three point seven five average, hung over from Thursday night’s three dollar margaritas. It works on a farm, as the Allis Chalmers … Continue reading →