PO – is the in – breath, the in – flow of in – spiration, an opening to be filled to overflowing. A pause allows words to form, lines to come together, to be one, a symphony of expression in the outbreath, the humming of the mantra – EM Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response […]
Category: Poems
Throwing Poems
Poems are grenades: we remove the pen, throw them into the world, wait for them to detonate, ducking critical shards, burning with awe at the impact and heat of the words. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Weapon and linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. For our motif today, […]
Perennial Scream
I am bane to the blighted, a true mandrake, an elemental, homeopathic hex tethered to earth by the human shape of my stemless roots crowned with leaf rosettes. I’m a narcotic ingredient of the soporific sponge, weird sister of henbane, opium and hemlock. When my root has taken, it cannot be expunged from the tear-soaked […]
Aloof
Between the wild scent of bracken and gorse and a sky dance of cloud drifting off course, sunlight kisses mountain tops frozen to glass, and ice flowers dazzle stalks of frost-fondled grass. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Distant #writephoto
Taming the Wind
“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” Antoine de Saint-Exupery My soul was like the wind, unleashed and flying free, until you claimed me. You wrapped my giggling gales around your hands, span my tornado until I was dizzy, strung up with your kite of love. Now I am hanging from the branches […]
Cracks
“The argument of the broken window pane is the most valuable argument in modern politics.” Emmeline Pankhurst It started as soon as the window was replaced, like a vein pulsing in the corner of the pane. The frame was warped, it was a botch job, and nobody wanted to take the blame. More cracks appeared, […]
the roundest word
the roundest word I know is bounce a happy dog a curl of hair a rainbow-coloured beach ball in the air happy feet on rubber soles the echoing cheer for a winning goal the bending note of a down-tuned bass an astronaut in space Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
When Crows Cry
I perch on my usual branch, feathers shivering, sharp eyes surveying the naked winter- weathered landscape, depressed by concrete cloud. I open my frost-numbed beak, rip the air with one loud cry, release crow-black pain into the sky. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto
Relief
Time has drawn a relief map, traced contours, filled this skin with flaws and points of reference: dimples, moles and scars, a geography of life, and with it the relief of night-sky freedom and earthy wisdom. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Poetry about the Body and linked to dVerse […]
Suddenly a Jay
A dreary winter morning metamorphoses with the fell swoop of a jay, a flash of cobalt among damp fox-brush bracken and berries lit up like Christmas lights left hanging long past Twelfth Night. The garden seethes with moisture but a chink of peachy sunshine spreads its wings and smiles on this January Sunday. Kim M. […]
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