High in a plane, I gazed down at a mountain and dreamed about the view from the mountain. In a flat landscape scattered with windmills, I’ve climbed a low hill but never a mountain.. I stuck out my tongue to taste the spring rain and imagined the flavour of air on a mountain. I looked […]
Month: March 2017
They Don’t Know They’re Dead
They cling like mist, damp and chilly on my coat, as I stand at the bus stop by the cemetery gates, aware that it could be an uncomfortable wait. I stare at my feet to ignore the embarrassed stares of other people in the queue and the pleading eyes of those who breached the cemetery […]
Waking Sea
Sea breaks against rocks, wakes in wrinkles and stretches out to touch the horizon. Sea stifles a yawn, wraps night sand in crackly grey waves, a gift to early morning. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Horizon #writephoto Sue asks us to use the image to create poetry, […]
Pub Crawl
Norwich once had a pub for every day of the year. Old Norwich boys supped at the Adam and Eve, and in the Angel Gardens. Taverns tracked artisans, life and livelihood through The Beehive and The Brickmakers, Dyers, Plasterers and Bakers Arms, wielding Trowel and Hammer or a fishing rod for the Compleat Angler, and […]
A poem in this month’s Visual Verse
I missed the deadline for Visual Verse in February while staying with my daughter before Mum’s funeral, so I was keen to submit a poem this month. I’m pleased to post a link to the March issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 5 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem ‘Mothering’ on page […]
Words in my Mouth
I explore them with my tongue, easing them between my teeth and into the roof of my mouth, each one different. Some are like honeycomb, their crumbs coating enamel, teasing fillings with a crunch. Others, smooth as chocolate, melt dark and warm on taste buds. One surprises me with acid lemon, bursting zest and sunshine. […]
Fountain
bitter aftertaste of sorrow – cleansed with the fresh breath of a fountain Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1170 fountain Today Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem by Saadi, taken from The Bustan (The Orchard), his first book of poems. It’s called ‘Inscription on the fountain of Jemshid’ (or Jamshid) and Chèvrefeuille […]
Diamond
a diamond’s sparkle born out of ancient starlight hardest stone on Earth Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on newscientist.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 8th 2017, a Persian poem to inspire you Chèvrefeuille has recently discovered the beauty of Persian poetry, so this week he has challenged us to create […]
Stone
with a humble stone we can grind grains to make bread or finish a wall leaving clouds to do their job: gather rain, then let it fall Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image of woman grinding grain found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1169 humble In this episode Chèvrefeuille has shared another poem by […]
Treehouse
I am building a treehouse of words at the end of the garden where no one can find it up high among branches and birds, tethered by feathers and covered with foliage, plastered with poems and rendered with rhyme; as part of the tree it will grow over time. I am building a treehouse of words […]
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