Spring has come in layers, from the first swallows of the year drawing fresh lines through still air and busily nesting in eaves, to carpets of flowers, fragments of sky among nettles and grass, and the honeyed murmur of bees. Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2018 A sunny Sunday morning has inspired this little poem […]
Category: Poems
Spring Barter
Spring stalled in her tracks, silencing birds, wasting late-flowering catkins and shrivelling bramble leaves. As she bartered for a little […]
Getting Wild with Crows
I want to strut with crows, stomp and kick the rows of neatly turned furrows in a field freshly harrowed. I want to scribble and scrawl on geometric shapes with crayons of ploughed-brown, corn-green and yellow oil-seed rape. Bring on the vivid hues so we can fly among the blues and splash inky shadows on […]
Verbing an Anthophila
I found the first one of spring on my windowsill, just bee-ing, when it should have been meadowing with a swarm, oceaning a roar, pollening and sweetnessing with honeyed kissing. Instead, it’s dead, Just bee-ing. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Thirty poems in April: a final […]
Lingering day…
is painted in pointillist shadows, light fades with the last echoes of birdsong and clings to moon and stars. Lingering day, when owls skim, swoop, dodge in and out of branches not yet embellished with blossom or leaves but pregnant with promise. Kim M. Russell, 29th April 2018 My response to The Poetry School […]
Almost there
A saddle-worn cowboy on the road hears the promise of amber bourbon in the strains of a lonesome tune. He slaps a dusty faded Stetson against his aching thigh and wipes the grit from his eye. There’s an arduous ache in the back of his throat that begs for that golden liquid burn. His swollen […]
I Remember Watching Soldier Blue
I remember watching Soldier Blue, under age, naive, not sure what the film was about back then in early nineteen seventy two. At first, I thought it was a romantic cowboy flick, as I was watching Soldier Blue. The landscape was not like ours; Sand Creek had enormous mountains, gentle plains, a sky of blue […]
Summer
Forest shadows are deepening, roses are in bloom and spring is a forgotten dream. Today is a slip of tan sand, a sliver of salt marsh and the sea, slow as wrinkling oil, bobs boats, dappling the honey-hued harbour with licks of salt to mark the tide and fresh puddles on the quay-side. Kim M. […]
Five
five fingers on each hand five finger exercise spans hard piano keys to play her favourite tune chocolate finger biscuits licking each finger clean a wave of fingers wavering as she walks away Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo A list with a twist Izy’s our host today […]
In the damp untended grass of spring
I lie on my back and watch clouds balloon and distend, sculpting ice cream shapes, tumorous and fantastic. I lie back on a cloud and watch a tumorous and fantastic sculpted ice cream balloon and distend. I watch the clouds on my back, fantastic tumours of ice cream sculptures, distended balloons. I watch balloons tumour […]
