This year’s blood has frozenand so has mine – no beatin my heart and all heathas escaped in clouds of breath ~ like wisps of winter mist ~ dreams are tattered cobwebsstreaming from the garden gate.I watch them dissolve in a slantof bloodless morning light. Kim M. Russell, 8th December 2018 My response to Imaginary […]
Category: Poems
December Moon
December moon had reached its height, everything was bleached of hue, lending fields a spectral light tinged with frosty blue. Everything was bleached of hue except for silent shadows tinged with frosty blue like moths gathering at windows. Except for silent shadows, all of nature shivered like moths gathering at windows, and icicles on branches […]
Bread
The scent of winter’s mellowed by the yeasty aroma of your fingers kneading dough. Now foliage covers the ground, the year fades from brown to grey, drawing in with early dusk. My stomach’s hollow with the taste of frost as I bite into the first slice of home-baked toast spread with butter soft and yellow […]
A Quiet Place
This is a quiet place: a collection of moments, a still languid lake that swallows each drop of rain and cries tears of memories in watery reflections. Wistfully blue complexions shimmer with light and shadow, split by the occasional kingfisher or dragonfly, the only chinks in a diluted sky. Kim M. Russell, 2nd December 2018 […]
Jessie
Jessie was a teacher when a camera changed her life: while traditional women were content with being wives, she used her sharp eye and ability to hustle, ignoring constraints of corset and bustle, to seek the newsworthy and documentary. Instead of portraits of well-bred young women, she photographed a murder trial, slums and local prison. […]
November Dawn
Morning creeps on feline feet gentle and velvety dark, clambers over the garden gate and lands in dewy grass. She dances in between the trees, her light translucent glass, leaving dewy diamonds wherever her feet pass. Kim M. Russell, 29th November 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Morning Poem Sumana asks us to […]
Field Fire
stubble still crackles burnt fields quiver their dry voices whisper in devastation’s backwind blackened trees shiver letting fly blackened bark and leaves – a whirlwind of charcoal and dust Kim M. Russell, 26th November 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Fire up that Creativity, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday […]
