Andrew suggested putting my poem to music on Suno – so I had a go: https://suno.com/s/SypM8GHHTSxo51o3
A Whiffle of Geese
From the melting mist on a distant hill,In a welter of water, there’s overhead whiffling.Then from unknown skies, skeins of geese arrive,twisting and turning, climbing and falling. There’s a green wave of a distant hill,It’s an ocean of grass where the breezes sing,And from unknown skies skeins of geese arrive,Twisting and turning, climbing and falling. […]
Tight Squeeze
Heels tapped on the pavement, cracked red patent flashed ’Stop!’She could only go, despite the pinch on her little toe.Her sister’s shiny red leather rubbed her blisters raw.She had none of her own, no trainers, boots or sandals to her name.She had sold everything to fund her habit, to keep her sane.If she’d read the […]
Constant
You are a valuethat never changes,not only, as Joni sang,constant in the darkness. You’re a rationalnumber to my irrational,I am no simple fraction,more cardinal than ordinal. We are equalin our emotional equation,our problems solvedby a mutual algorithm, an expression of our union,forever constant. Kim M. Russell, 22nd July 2026 It’s Wednesday and time for counting, […]
Simple Treasures
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 […]
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