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 […]
A Candleworth of Love
There was a magical time whenyour mother would carry youon her hip all day. You weredemanding of her love, smallbut large as life, full of life, with yourfairy eyes and curly hair, chin cuppedin your hands. She tickled your palms,walking round the garden like a teddy bear, eachevening before bathtime. She heldyou close when she […]
My Ghosts
They have been with me since childhood,piquant little ghosts that haunt me. Their white bones long for words,the flesh of their existence. I call out to them in the dead of nightand, in a moonbeam of ecstasy, words appear, freshly-baked poemsrouse me, their mille-feuille pastry crumbling at the ferocity of my pen, a sweetnessthat may […]
From Earth to Sky
Here we are, planted,our feet firmly in the earthtogether with trees and shrubs and flowers and wheat and barley, just as green as shoots,as tethered as roots, untilplucked by unseen hands. In the meantime, look –a long-necked swan overhead,untethered, flying feathered and free and light and wind-borne following instinct,a seasoned flier, untilplucked by unseen hands. […]
Nettles and Bindweed
After several weeks of rain, the solstice has brought with it high temperatures and bright sunshine – accompanied by nettles and bindweed. The nettles are now taller than me and, as much as I like the bindweed’s white, trumpet-shaped flowers, known to children in the UK as ‘Granny-pops-out-of-the-bed’, their tendrils are winding themselves around everything. […]
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