Casting on with new yarn is not a chore,it’s satisfying to start a new ball once more. Colour, ply and texture always play their part,involving deep thought and searching the heart. The style is important, I must like it toofor my hands to make the perfect gift for you. My fingers are not as nimble […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
While winter writes love notes again
While winter writes love notes,we hunker down in a world of white. Instead of flowers,storms bring ice in fists. Love can be a monster,scribbled poems in the margins of a frozen puddle,or on an uncrushed flower, yearning to burst into constellationsand dance in green shafts of spring again. Kim M. Russell, 14th January 2025 Image […]
After the first step into the New Year
“we write past, present and futurefind possibilities in wordsbut we cannot swim like dolphinsor swoop and dive like birds” from ‘Being Human’ by Kim M. Russell I couldn’t wait for the end of itafter so much worry and disenchantment,and longed to say goodbye to itall year long. Planets out of alignment,illness took the shine off […]
My Heart Remembers
“The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,everything it lost and found again, and everyoneit loved, the heart cannot forget.” from ‘What the Heart Cannot Forget’ by Joyce Sutphen Memories of your gentle faceare sketchedon my heart,like paths across the landscape. The shape of your lipsis etchedinto my genealogy. The frost of that morning […]
Regeneration
The annual ball is almost over,the wheel has reached its final creak;it should be well oiled by the countdown. Balloons drift across ceiling and floor;like cheap champagne, the tarnishedglitter dome retains some sparkle. Spooked by eruptions of extravagantfireworks, midnight sees the old yeargather her skirts. A pumpkin carriage awaits, ready to drive into a foetal […]
Today’s Sermon
is marsh birdspouring over reeds and a golden plover’srapid wing beats, and the brief shadowsof small wavelets. Today’s sermon isa soft cacophony drifting from trees,cool air and moss. Today’s sermon ismy willpower disintegratinginto iced creaminess, a swirl of sweetness,a little thrill of pistachio. Today’s sermon isknitting a present for my sister in a rich redthe […]
Latewood
Swaddles of mistinhabit the darkeningbetween trees.Despite the formingof the darker partsof annual growth rings,still there is a green silence,broken only by the beating of wings,the occasional cracking twig,and the seasonal frostingof branches and the grassbeneath my feet.Notwithstanding the ache for spring,I’m listening yet. Kim M. Russell, 10th December 2024 Image by Drazen Nesic on Unsplash […]
November Umbrage
Suspicious of a sunny dayas autumn’s glow begins to fade,I resent the early twilight.I doubt the early morning frost,the crunch of leaves the wind has tossed,despise the temperature at night.Although snowflakes give me a chill,their sparkles still give me a thrill,but I fear deep blankets of white. Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2024 Image by […]
Alien Poets
We dance with the universe,where planets cross paths, orbit each other, and regularly alignwith meteor tales and imagistic showers. We are light wavesand white noise coming together in poetic symphony. With long-handled spoonswe stir stars until they swirl, then dwindle, open a crack in the universe,a swathe of galaxies, nanoscopic sequins on the scarf […]
Us
It was the beginning of us,that weather-buffeted cottageby the North Sea, haunted bysaline spectres and seabirds. Out-of-season virgin beaches wereravaged by wind, foot and paw prints.Seal-stalkers button-eyed us wearilyfrom the waves; they seemed to know about teeth-chattering winters spentwatching the carpet rise and watertrickle down rain-blasted walls. Yetit was cockle-warming: the damp, smoky crackles […]
writing in north norfolk 