We are silhouettes, shadows against the skyscape, although our feet are rooted in the earth. The artist Nature mixes a palette of lilacs, pinks and yellows to celebrate a new day’s birth and, while her brush hovers over shades of rose and primrose, the sun bursts forth and decides on gold. Kim M. Russell, 15th […]
Category: Poems
Rubaiyat of Light
The moon’s a balloon that expands with night and bursts with stars and constellations bright, reminding late night lovers of the dawn whose fingers shatter dreams with early light. In the amber glow of a winter morn, when doors are locked and curtains are still drawn, early risers leave the warmth of their sheets to […]
The Blossoming
Love begins as a bud, new, green and fragile, teased by the breeze and early morning dew. Love begins to open, soft, shy and gentle, caressed by the breeze and the rising sun. Love bursts and blossoms, bright and transcendental, mingling spring scents and lovers’ breath. Love often withers, brown, dry and fearful, hoping that […]
Nature’s Game
She lurks in the shadows, her grey-brown trunk short, furrowed and corky, long branches pointy winter wands, charming icicles, writing spells with frost and disappearing into mist. She has already drawn the path of winter’s exile in her elder scrolls, plotted the return of spring with a joyful blossom blast: choirs of birds and drone […]
Chilled to their Inner Rings
They wait for spring, those intimate winter trees at the end of the garden: unadorned birches tall, bare and skeletal white trunks shining, patient old friends chilled through with icy winds and frost each morning. Kim M. Russell, 9th February 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Just One Word: Sensation, also linked […]
At this Moment
I’m sitting in my study in front of my laptop, Filofax and paperwork littering the desktop. In the background, The Archers is on the radio, otherwise the house is still, my only company Mojo, the little green-eyed cat, scrutinising every move I make, her pink nose pushing at my hand, urging me to take a […]
Outstaying our Welcome
“You are a guest of nature” (Hundertwasser) boots crush vernal grass and clover barley heads droop the once living quilt of meadow has shrivelled up and died and the earth shivers with fear as the sun climbs ever higher above the blasted pasture of the biosphere while humans bandy words like ‘zero tolerance’ they neglect […]
