These I have loved:half-light stealthily tip-toeing through gaps in blinds,mottled with shadows; mist and fog that drifts and creepsfrom field to field, muffling the rumble of traffic on damp streets; hues of leaves clinging tightly to autumn trees, the crunchunderfoot of those already fallen; lacy cobwebs wovenacross garden gates, strung with diamond drops of dew,sparkling […]
The Aroma of Dark Dreams
Without even a chink of light, I can find my way around your room to your bedside, drawn by your nightmares, the way they curl out of the open window and drift on the thermals of a summer night. I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts, moving like a jaguar in the shadows. […]
Thunder
The distant rumble is a cat’s purruntil, summoned by lightning, it crosses space and clouds collide, resonatinglike heavy metal. It’s a nursery rhyme: I hear thunder;hark don’t you? Thunder is an echo with no contentuntil clouds break and rain falls. It’s the growl of a bass drumbefore the pitter-patter percussion of raindrops. Thunder is gunmetal […]
rosary of words on Spillwords
My poem, rosary of words, has been published on Spillwords today: Rosary of Words, a poem by Kim M. Russell at Spillwords.com
Asking the Right Question
Three letter questions, like how,who and why, dosend me off on a tangent. Have youmeandered among those words? Have you everbeen lost in a how? We will never knowif we have been taken forfools, but it is certain,in the world in which we live today, thatthe rich and powerful do not care what youthink, how […]
Grandma’s Letter
As a child, I knew her handwritingfrom shopping lists,birthday and Christmas cards,a note to the milkman –but what a gift! A sole written letter,the only one she wrote to me,tucked away in my old photo box. Her voice echoes in wordspainstakingly formed,her giggle hides in each squiggle,her eyes sparkle in each loop. A reminder that […]
Atlas
is an open book of maps,a carrier of Earth, muscular and strong, with absof steel and robust arms. A tenacious Titan, he enduresfor all eternity, through chaos and calm.Without him there would be no geography, just a basalt skyand, perhaps, astronomy. Kim M. Russell, 3rd June 2026 I came across Reena’s image prompt, posted yesterday, […]
Cushion
There is much to be said for the comfort of a cushion:the familiar pressure in the small of your back;an extra hug from your favourite chair;a lap on which to rest your feet;a safe place for a book you’ve just finished reading.My favourite cushion has the face of a catwith flowers on her head, a […]
Marvellous
A menagerie of starsrampages acrossthe night sky;here, in the darknesswe marvel at a sparkleof fireflies. Kim M. Russell, 1st July 2026
A Poet’s Survival
Now the intensity of summer heathas come to a temporary halt,I indulge in the rush of cooler air,thankful I no longer have to work,stuck in an airless box. Education of other people’s childrenis now no concern of mine, an elderly poet. I imagine a time when I dug deepinto my heart, sick with stress and […]
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