ticking a tune like flicking teeth on a comb in the shadows of the mangroves: Technicolor crabs wielding lethal-looking purple claws at the ends of blood orange legs; peering with jack-o’-lantern eyes. They are benign eco warriors, leaf and seed collectors, feeders of the forest, unseen Costa Rican jewels of Halloween. Kim M. Russell, 2018 […]
Category: Poems
How to Approach a Supernova
Ten Don’t get too close. Nine You are no super-human astronaut in the thrall of a brutal, brilliant cosmic flash. Eight Keep away from powerful explosions brighter than the Milky Way. Seven You know, it may not be a supernova. Six It may well be the freaky death throes of a star, torn apart by […]
On Rainy April Days…
morning air shivered with contrasts of skylark and raven raindrop songs rattled windows in long-ago rooms Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Micro Poetry ~ Long-Ago Rooms Kerry says that the object of this challenge is to write poems of between one and twelve lines, in a form […]
This fine city…
fits like a comfortable pair of shoes. I wander meandering alleys of what was once England’s second largest city, flanked by half-timbered shops and houses, from Tombland to the market place. I totter sea-sick among neat rows of sweet-wrapper stalls, up ancient steps to the bookends of castle and cathedral; along the river, where boats […]
A Rag Man
The beginning of the day is drab, no inspiration for an ageing bard who, in his callow youth aspired and now knows only bleak despair. No longer a willow sprouting green, he searches for a fitting genre for the wires in his hoary beard. He prays his muse won’t leave him bared for all to […]
Nothing at all
with a fastening of lips drawn and pressed in a tight line at superhuman speed she pulls her finger across the elongated hyphen the simulated silent zip she has none left to argue with no pizzazz, pep or vim she has nothing at all Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to ttps://dversepoets.com/2018/04/09/quadrille-52-zip-it/ De is our […]
Confession
I want to confess to every sin that ever was and each day I didn’t think of you but that would not be true. I want to confess to emptiness of heart but mine spills with grief and regret that I did not put up a fight. I want to confess to blaspheming loudly and […]
Waiting for…
moan and squeal boom and sigh gentle slap and tickle admonishing crash and sibilating spray rolling up the horizon and laying it out again Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Waiting for… Izy’s here to kick off week two. She says that although her prompt, at face value, […]
A Poem for a Poet
The words that flow or inch their way from germ of thought to lips, to point of nib, or fingertips on keys, can only be caught if you set them free. They are yours to do with what you will. But when another speaks your words, awake or in the depths of sleep, or writes […]
Catalogued
In the historical passion of fashion for nature, for garb adorned with objets trouvés, our ancestors had tastes macabre and beauteous, satisfied appetites sartorial and carnivorous. We love the wild. As Wilde once said, each man kills the things he loves, but now we mourn the things we lost: sartorial elegance came at a cost. […]
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