Sullen and slate-grey, the sky lights up slowly, in its own good time, rinsed with lemon luminescence, a bleached handkerchief embroidered with distant gulls. Smaller seabirds, snatched by the polar wind, flutter like leaves, tumbling acrobats that land and curtsey on salt encrusted rocks. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Category: Poems
Locked Doors
Charred doors bulge with damp, dreams and ideas, accumulated years, dust and grime of dead inhabitants, the keys mislaid in council drawers, long forgotten. Bereft of residents, the condemned building shifts and sighs, and prepares for bulldozers and wrecking balls – no need for locks now. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
Baring your Soul
Sand is resistant to your feet and teases tight muscles in your thighs. You brave the boisterous breeze buffeting distinctive scents of salt and life. Through a pall of blue spray the sun burns bronze, then vanishes altogether; you close your eyes on the drab despair of weather. Screaming gulls spill into the sea and […]
Dragonfly Reflections
the surface of the river reflects metallic flashes of neon blue and green wings whir and flash soundlessly a dragonfly hovers then shimmers its way upstream Kim M, Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration ~ Dragonfly Susie tells us today about her inspirational daughter, Carrie, who is Artist […]
Air Taxi
Oh for a taxi that doesn’t bump and jolt, brake sharply at traffic lights, speed off into a rainy night leaving me behind. Balloons would be nice, of various colours and sizes, to make the journey smooth and a driver whose opinions are few and far between, so I can enjoy the airiness and comfort […]
West Wind
A cold west wind drives waves against the northern shore; a cold west wind, releasing whorls of stinging sand, bends glinting leaves with winter hoar across the lake where small boats moor – a cold west wind. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Rondelet I’m back […]
The Collector – a poem in Visual Verse
While I’ve been off-line due to illness, another of my poems has been included in the November issue, Vol. 5, Chapter 1 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 30 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘The Collector’.
Ode to a Stranded Whale
You beach your beautyon the back of geo-magnetic storms. Spellbinding as pulsating northern lights,you offered songs to the nightbut were drawn by siren stars, lured off course and hurledthrough waves of coronal mass ejection,fought hard to correct your navigation. You collided with the shoreand now you lie, exposedto the cosmos, foamy flukes glinting in starlight,your […]
Kicking the Can
An ogre kicked in our front door. We listened, safe in bed, while he demanded with fearsome fist meat without gristle, bread without grist. He left mother a belter of a bouquet: purple pansies bloomed around her eyes, red roses dripped from her face. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Hair
Untangle my knotted fairy tale and run your fingers through its platinum shades. Let them flow down the back of a chair, a downpour of hair spun like silk, an impossible waterfall of follicles. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera Flash! This week Kerry has chosen […]
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