First flush of morning percolates through crepuscular dreams, lays first thoughts behind sleep-encrusted lids. Words hatch and squirm, caterpillars to feed the hungry birds of creativity. No point in wrestling with the behe- moths that eat holes in the rags of night, let in first light. It’s time to write. Kim M. Russell, 2017 ‘Dance […]
Category: Poems
Seascape with Lighthouse
Waves scream gulls, they flutter sand and scribble chaos in their wake, snatch stones and rocks in foamy hands, rampage on cliffs until they break. Matchstick fishing boats struggle to resist, their anchors taut against the tide, but rollers coil and undertow persists, anchors are dragged and ropes untied. On the cliffs and on the […]
Wired Anemone
Wrists and heart bound by barbed wire, the intimacy of fear chills her bones. She is timid as a sea anemone; if you try to touch her, she contracts spontaneously, alters shape dramatically, stings you with her venom. Kim M. Russell, 2017 MKA Photography My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #175
The Homeless Café
Some shine like celadon, confidence permeates every pore, while others, abashed and nervous, sag like vacant old sofas to the floor, salvaged by a café for the poor and homeless, a place to read and drink tea, chat over mugs of steaming coffee, clip articles from out-of-date magazines donated by local charities, debating the offal […]
Christopher’s Pearl
I know your silhouette so well, your Baroque rotundity a pearl that has adorned the skyline for three centuries and more, and survived the destructive fires of war. You have witnessed eminent weddings, funerals and celebrations, of which reverberations still whisper round your gallery, an everlasting litany. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest […]
The girl in the corner…
that was me, knitting furiously, jumpers, hats and scarves, while sipping wine from a sticky glass and smoking roll-ups when a pattern got tough. I’d sing along to Neil Young and Joni, nod to prog rock, smiling shyly, never one to socialise, knitting in shadows of different plies. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to […]
Weighing Time
We’re soothed by steady ticks and tocks of our old clock, gently knocking, rarely stopping to balance up the weight of time; unclogged by grime, fine polished gears count up the years. We put trust in its staring face, its plodding pace, its simple chime as it calls time. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
