The sky is blasted with dragonish clouds that blacken an ancient wind-blustered landscape long ago weathered into ridge and furrow, dissolving the veil between human and nature, between yesterday and tomorrow. Murmurations of thunderheads gather, unearthly shapes shifting across the gorge where the sun god tempers day in his fiery forge; an alchemist, he chants […]
Category: Poems
Under the Eye of the Clock
Springtime in Paris is here again and all along the banks of the Seine artists are unpacking chalks and oils, canvases, water colours, and easels, ignored by preoccupied passers-by and unaware of the all-seeing eye of the Académie Française clock. Above every one of its ticks and tocks, it’s listening for foreign impurity on the […]
It started with a raindrop…
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 […]
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 […]
