I trill in notes of birdsong I laugh in springs and streams I bark with dogs and muntjacs join owl and fox with screams sometimes I breathe in purrs sometimes I growl with rage when my pen clots with feral blood as it wrestles on the page but when it flows, it’s a crashing wave […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Widdershins around the willow…
past a clump of daffodils, wild and self-willed, tangled in the tall grass where the bindweed grows. In corkscrew branches, a sunlit wood pigeon mutters a throaty warning for pilgrims to this place of Salix magic where Nature is budding green curtains of respectability to replace her tattered rags of dignity. Kim M. Russell, 3rd […]
Against Grief
It sits on my shoulder, craving attention; I try to ignore the surreptitious tears it draws from my soul’s well, and snot green bile so bitter it chokes. It puts up a fence around happy memories; I have to tear it down, time after time, posts and nails, tangled barbed wire. It rewrites stories; they’re […]
Scatter Words
The bend of the pen scatters unthinkable threads on a minatory page. After the thirst of an age of impasse, the erudite runaway bride writes her apologia underneath a poem about social dyslogia. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #190
Dear Sister
I’m sorry that our path divided and led in different ways; sad that you’ve forgotten the joy of childhood days; disappointed that my words could never melt the ice around your heart – they might have spelt a message you misunderstood. I’m sorry that a shared past is no promise of a future bond of […]
Secondhand
the second hand counts down on a second-hand clock it needs winding up the year has turned and every second counts Kim M. Russell, 2nd April 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Second Karin is hosting today’s prompt, which is ‘’second ‘in any of its forms, such as: second helpings, second […]
Paradox of Absolutes
How can we grasp reality without images and parables? We live by laws of nature and sing our hymns of praise; reach for heaven and find infinity and flux, children fishing for stars in oceans. Like stars we return to dust, guide others to join up the dots, to understand the paradox between belief and […]
Moja
I have a singular cat with a name to match. Did I get it wrong? The number one in Swahili is moja; I didn’t know and called her Mojo, because she’s magic and addictive! Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads April One / One Love Marian welcomes us to […]
On a cold night…
cosy under the covers intertwining limbs and feet we exchange heat embracing entropy in the thermodynamics of love. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini Challenge: Entropy and thermodynamics This weekend Bjorn is here with another physics class to spin our creativity: a talk about entropy and thermodynamics. […]
Sea Front at 7 a.m.
Heavy tide inhales wind and gasps out chilly salty spray, tangles tongues with rain, spattering the windscreen with Neptune’s saliva. Waves wallop the sea wall – no gulls today. In the dry heat of the car, a disembodied voice on the radio mourns the devastation of last night’s storm. The car behind sounds its horn. […]
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