What has became of the dragons? Are they in the oceans, leaving trails of scales and seaweed on every rock and shore? Will I hear dragons roar In the echo of a thunderstorm, see tails in forks of lightning or scorched breath in burling clouds? Are there dragons lurking in lava and ore deep within […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Moment in a Dew Drop
At this moment, quiet morning is pouring a glow of orange sunlight into the garden, placing a drop of dew on every blade of grass; a fluid moment at the start of a new day. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Write Here. Write Now. Paul says that […]
Self-portrait in front of a misty mirror
The glass is cold to touch, fogged up with early morning bathroom steam. A drop of condensation rolls from top to bottom, clearing worm-holes where pupil matches pupil. Nose as close as glass allows before my breath steams up the gap, I see her eye, the cerulean I would drown in as a child, the […]
Natural Maths
clement weather strips patina strips wizened bark of winter […]
Pond
In next-door’s garden there’s a sparkling circle of water, unruffled by wind and rain. I often wonder if the refection of leaves and clouds, if its pristine perfection has ever been cracked, shattered by the density of stone, […]
The Thirteenth Metaphor
Ink waves on tide-planed shore disappear in foamy imprints in sand, where poems die, amber corpses in my hand. I exhale a breath into frozen pebbled mouths until their bones heave, paper miracles unfold and I rediscover ebb and flow of tides that cannot alter the progeny of my flesh. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My […]
They only come out at night…
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 […]
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 […]
