Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
Category: Poems
Whenever the lights go out…
we mutter and complain about missing the news again the stereo stops playing and we live off sandwiches for a while candles flicker inside stars twinkle outside silence is a palpable buzzing and crackling inside ears and heads so we feed it with words that might not otherwise have been said. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Cactus Cowboy – a poem in Visual Verse
Here’s a link to the September issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 11 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 28 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘Cactus Cowboy’.
Evacuation
A chill murmurs through trees still wearing summer frocks stained with fruit and chestnut rust. Early morning mist conceals a fox on a mission to find rations. Marsh harriers fuel up for migration, fighter planes above the mere, forming shadow vectors over fields of brown-gold stubble and hedgerows grey with old man’s beard. Along the […]
Rewind
We shut the front door and rewind the day, reining in squally autumn weather, and watch the sky together as storm smudged charcoal clouds soak up rain from macerated mud and leafy puddles. For a quiet twilight moment, orange and scarlet sun reigns again. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Free…
as the molecular waviness of sky and sea busking elemental music; as cool sand beneath uncurling toes and wind unfurling strands of hair like wheeling gulls; as a ladybird on its way home, flying between blades of grass before it lands on my hand. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Monday […]
My Dearest Book
I wrote you a love poem but I can’t remember how I found you: you were simply there, when the day before you were not. Your black and white circus of dreams was marvellously prefabricated and you easily enchanted me into your circular paths, drew me to your bonfire’s heat. Your acrobats and fortune-tellers thrilled, […]
