All along the railway, the landscape’s studded with beechwoods, earthworks and tracks, serenaded by rocking clickety-clacks, and accompanied by clouds that scudded in from the east on a bitter weeping wind. Through dusty, grease-smeared glass, sidings sport orchards as we pass, sprouted from cores tossed from train windows: a magical hoard of apples glows, embers […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
My first try at a Tanaga
Memorable March landscapes glimmer. Morning song escapes, giddy with green budding light, new life breaking like a tide. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Tanaga Marian says that she wrote this prompt in the early morning as her town woke up under a blanket of fresh […]
The Silvering
The undulating spines of misty hills crouch sharp and black below billowing clouds that pitch and roll. We walk along the lakeside track, a jagged, treadled seam, pierced and riddled with the gleam of ancient cobbles, flints and stones, skiddy with old leaves and stale lake breath. Along the path, the oaks feign death but, […]
Falling Stars
Gemini and Andromeda burn among a welter of stars: some are rising, others have fallen, they are the souls of mortal children. Remember to catch the falling stars, polish them until they sparkle and glisten, love them so much they won’t explode or disappear down a black hole. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to […]
To My Unborn Grandson
Dearest boy, I am counting down the days and knitting. I am amazed at the butterflies of anticipation, imagining your eyes, mouth and nose, your tiny fingers and toes, the fresh-baked smell from the top of your head. I can’t wait to sing the songs I once sang to your mother, and the ones mine […]
Empty Hands
We enter this world with empty tiny hands, learn to grab a friendly finger, a proffered slice of apple, a toy or a mother’s warm hand. Soon we discover the pages of a book, the weight of a pebble or a pen in hand; and we find our hands are always open, ready to seize […]
Concepts and Metaphors
Under an overflowing ashtray sky, the train stops. Frost seethes on scrubby sidings, where naked trees stretch pale, angular limbs. The engine rumbles and we’re gliding towards the tunnel of night, on tracks lit up with winter aconite. Kim M, Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Finding \Emotions and Concepts in Things, […]
The Possibility of Snow
Snow surprise transforms and lifts an otherwise grey February day, delighting children and the young at heart with play. But my hands are blue, my fingers burn, and my bones creak at every turn. The possibility of snow this week makes my insides churn. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Winter and Summer Sedōka
a naked landscape of icy geometry black branches against grey sky swirling skirts of mist sharp scent of snow-covered pines words float in white clouds of breath riotous colour the ripening of cornfields splash of yellow sunflowers bees humming mantras from honeysuckle to rose blessing the summer garden Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to […]
Folding Rainbows
I watch each crystal raindrop that trickles down the window, a tear that lands with a dull plop in the blur of steamed-up glass. Inside each crystal raindrop is a spectrum folded in a bow, science captured in a full stop, a miracle that cannot be surpassed. Somewhere there’s a ray of hope and sunshine […]
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