As my early summer sun sizzles into evening, on the other side of a mountain of poetry, winter chill has frozen your fingers to your pen or your keyboard, poems petrify in your head and there’s no escape. My season has begun to flow while yours has ebbed and, although the beach is empty of […]
In these final fading days, we are still entangled in the tattered threads of the old year, teetering on the brink while clinging to our hopes and fears. We take them with us as we lurch into the future, where we build our nests anew, weaving old threads with new, ready to sing our spring […]
Merry Christmas, aged librarian, your gift is wrapped in rosemary and thyme to protect your memories from mould and dust and enhance your sparkling metaphor and rhyme. This Christmas gift, Boris, is wrapped in a hanky; we can’t afford wrapping, so please don’t be cranky. We need all our money to rescue the country from […]
Eerie moonlight lingers among broken trees and last night’s feathered singers’ dwindling melodies descend into kaleidoscopic dreams, leak into pointillistic skyscapes of fading stars, scattering promises of dew and dawn and the breath of a brand-new day. Kim M. Russell, 17th December 2019 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: New Year – New World […]
At sunrise, the moon continues to glow, an orb suspended above bare branches, sparkling with frost and promising snow. Cracks in the grey let in the watery light of a new day, and soon enough the sky pinks and tourmalines reflect from frozen dew. Kim M. Russell, 16th December 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Patricia has posted the final Poetry Pea podcast, of 2019, Series 2 Episode 24, with a host of fabulous ekphrastic haiku, including two of mine. You can listen and read the show notes at the same time here.
It was a long trek down that dusty road, so she sat on the kerb and counted the stones from her worn-down, second-hand shoes, the blisters on her feet and a heartful of blues. Reminded of years of promises and lies by the tears on her face and the grit in her eyes, she never […]