I am delighted that Patricia of Poetry Pea has kindly included two of my ‘filmku’ in her latest podcast. There are notes to accompany the podcast on the Poetry Pea website, in which you can read haiku and senryu on the topic of film, together with brief information about the poets. The topic for May […]
Month: April 2019
Rain
These curtains so accurately drawn in water on my windowpane remind me of briny tears, the way they ran in perfect vertical lines down the misty windscreen with the broken windscreen wiper that day on the storm tossed seafront. Even the urchin seagulls hugged the gritty beach. Who knew that distance could hurt so much? […]
Artistry
Extraordinary blue sky and Japanese artistry accentuate delicate petals against the outline of gnarled branches. They offer new life, calm before the storm of a spring breeze rips the blossom from the trees and fills the Arles air with sweet almond vapour. Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif […]
Patterns of Ice and Water
We are frozen, Ice Age wasteland distilled in our bones and cart-wheeling in the blizzard of the imagination. We move together with clouds, snow and water, in a geometric dance, tessellated into landscapes of free-art fractal frost. We are wind patterns on snow, hoar frost flowers and lonely glaciers until, one morning, the skeins of […]
After Sunset
It’s as late as afternoon can get, the in-between time, when the light is low and golden on the brink of night, and the horizon is haunted by the silhouette of a spiny hawthorn tree blossoming white. The witch of Beltane protects us from the bite of vampires and other creatures of darkness, yet allows […]
Embracing the Moon
You never fail to rise to the occasion. How often have we stood face to face? You, white balloon, and me not immune to silver- tongued charms. I wake in your embrace and watch you fade as the sun nudges you from the s k […]
Clouds in my Coffee
I stir my coffee with a sticky spoon, feel the grit of sugar where my wrist rests on the table. Big clouds loom, push eastwards and then turn to mist. A rain shower comes and goes. Customers shake umbrellas and rain coats in the doorway of this sad café. In the steam, a small biplane […]
Talking to Myself (Again)
watery words weep steeped in hours of lonely thoughts talking to myself Kim M. Russell, 21st December 2015 words no longer weep solitude bears poetry seeds blown on the wind Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #81 Poetry Archive (5) … loneliness or emptiness The weekend has come around […]
Maenad Madness
What you doing with that ivy, sister? Pretending it’s a snake like that one on Instagram. Didn’t we get wasted last night, man! Yeah, we had a right scream! My lips are still black with all the red wine. My head’s all over the place with ecstasy. LOL – mine’s so bad I can’t see. […]
Poetic Pollen
I inhale yellow: pollen dances on sunlight inhabiting air. Two geese overhead; their wing beats stir the cherry pink and freshly bloomed. Pollen-dusted bees zip in and out of flowers – honeyed promises. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge, in April: Three Spring Shorts Magaly […]
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