from a cloud landing in mud. Within hours, shallow streams meander and bubble between banks of flowers burning above the flourishing flood. It gushes on, a convulsive weir, a torrent of energy trying to get back to where it was. The heat of the sun draws it up to a cloud and it becomes once […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Nature Never Lies
Violets, forget-me-nots and pear-drop pink honeysuckle burst at the first hint of heat, spattering garden and street with sunshine. Somewhere, a blackbird sings solo and pearl-edged butterflies weave in and out of flowers flouncing their colours, true to nature’s word. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Truth This […]
In Bleeding Heart Yard…
pulses quicken at fog-muffled footsteps on the cobbles. Along the soot-soaked lanes, pawn shops and tenements topple, and blackened windows weep tears of grime. They see it all: every good deed and every murderous crime, pickpockets, pimps and paupers, desperate drabs and abused daughters. The dross of life oozes, sobbing and mumbling from the murky […]
Monochrome Magic
The past lingers in black and white, not painted with fingers but conjured with light. Fairy-tale turrets once decked with streaming pennants transformed by time into a wreck; now they have only sheep as tenants. But conjured with light, not painted with fingers, in black and white the past lingers. Kim M. Russell, 26th May […]
A Molotov Cocktail of Poems
I put my poems […]
Amongst other things, cats on the mat
The mouse left on the mat is a present from big cat; she seems to think I’m partial to a rodent, cheeky rascal, and doesn’t understand me when I find dead birds unsavoury. But sometimes she is clever and leaves me just a feather. When I’m tucked up in my bed, little cat sits by […]
American Sentences Quadrille
We huddled by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. Shoes leaked, Miss Liberty was draped in cloud. Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripped in my ears, American sentences in the rain. Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018 Another poem for this week’s […]
Rain-soaked
A splash of bluebells floods the shadow tumbled woods, newly soaked with morning scented rain glittering in the early sunshine. Gun-metal sky and silver- bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river, granting a watery wish for crisp chromatic colours, fresh and spring clean. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2018 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
Happiness in a Tea Cup
Fingers of light stroke the dew-soaked grass, sparkle in the dew, flicker through the willow; I raise the window blind and let them in. On my lap there’s a warm cat, in my hand my favourite cup of tea to sip. All around me calm and quiet – a poem blooms. Kim M. Russell, 17th […]
Sweetness and Light
A shy nightingale waits until dark, quietly chuckling and snickering at lovers in the park. At moonrise, he crescendos into fluid song, charming lovers and the Milky Way to shimmer more than they did before. Kim M. Russell, 15th May 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: BRAND NAME NOODLING! Lill, our host […]
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