This year I missed the clusters, drupelets of ruby and jet that glowed with autumn lustre and others unripe as yet. I was too busy being a poet caught in imaginative rambles to pick sweet fruit from brambles. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Form for All — Chaucerian Stanza or […]
Category: Poems
Toads in Tandem: Creature Comforts
Izy Gruye and I tangoed together in a poetic tandem over on Imaginary Garden with Real toads. Our poem is called ‘Creature Comforts‘ – click on the title to find us!
Defrosted Landscape
The power cut was over, the lights came on and the TV muttered to life. They opened my door to fetch a few bottles of beer and then forgot about me, standing in the shadows, my mushy insides knotting with ice crystals, shuddering. A week later, they found it, the source of a lingering stink they […]
Hope
Hope is a drop of water in the midst of drought; a small boat without oars but plenty of room if we squeeze together; footprints in the dust that lead to somewhere safe; a kind hand and an honest smile on a stranger’s face. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Quadrille: Hope […]
Hauling in Winter
The ocean sings a melancholy tune with its infinite whispers of tide and moon. Whiskey coloured waves wash and tumble sand, where fishermen haul in, hand over hand, a net of jelly fish and tangled mermaid tails, shark fins and teeth, up to the whale- backed dunes, where the season gives russet hair a haughty […]
On the Beach – a poem in Visual Verse
Here’s a link to the October issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 12 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 12 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘On the Beach‘.
Dark Reflections
Avoid the shadow of a black moon on the night of Halloween, and don’t gaze into a looking-glass to see the future or the past. For if the tides are out of kilter and you’ve imbibed a magic philtre, you’ll attract the desire of the one you see: the you in the mirror won’t let […]
Nobel
no church bell no alarm bell just the body clock warning and a stormy morning outside the window later, the man on the radio says the Nobel prize for literature has been awarded to Kazuo Ishiguro, whose stories will never let me go unconsoled in the pale view of hills, an artist of the floating […]
Click
queues no, crowds no need no patience for to wait no time buy we on-line dissatisfaction we unload media on social to never people met we have politicians and celebrities of headlines in a blizzard sensational of stories if clicks no more there were the nettle grasp we might face of face to conversation human […]
Shed Theory
In the corner of my eye, above the relative order of notepads and CDs, I can see the sad ruin of the garden shed, silent and crumbling in a nettle bed. Inside, brambles try to make their escape, scratching at windows that crack and break, held together in the embrace of neatly spun cobweb lace. […]
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