Fields throbbing with electric yellow unfold to the foot of an ancient hill quizzically curved like Buddha’s eyebrow. The air zings with peppery pollen as rapeseed, with its Midas touch, starts to paint the landscape golden, and country people everywhere know that spring is finally here. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s […]
Category: Poems
Words
Words are silent until they’re sung or spoken; secrets and promises waiting to be broken. Words in CAPITALS are silent screams; words in clouds are hopes and dreams; emboldened words are emphasised, important words italicised – but all remain silent until they are vocalised. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: […]
Morning Murmur
Streams trickle and ditches chuckle with last night’s rain; it giggles in puddles in the muddy lane and glistens on the window pane. In the gloom of my morning room, where merging shadows whisper, I just murmur, pull up the duvet and turn over. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
The Promise of Crocuses
My twenty-fourth poem has been published in Volume 5, Chapter 4 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 26 or you can follow the link to The Promise of Crocuses.
Waiting for Snowdrops
the lush green leaves stand proud waiting a snowflake’s about to blossom Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #19 Out Of The Box #2 Tau-ku For this weekend’s meditation, Chèvrefeuille has chosen a feature in which we are challenged to think out of the box of Japanese poetry forms with a […]
Cloud Thieves
The garden’s gaunt with February grey, even the grass is dirty this early morning Sunday and the clouds above are murky, drifting ragged ghosts or a witchy hurly burly racing towards the coast. One sudden ray of sun distracts them from their post; light-fingered clouds gather as one, purloin the golden coin and run. Kim […]
Someone Else’s Shoes
I’ve walked more than a mile in someone else’s shoes, suffered painful corns and blisters in my quest to empathise, to see things from other points of view. I’ve danced in well-worn hobnail boots, balanced on purple patent platforms, even worn in a brand new pair of pumps. But I never braved stilettos, and I […]
Pleiades Pentimento
We were three bright stars, three sisters, no brother, never far from our earth mother, an open star cluster until I discovered the universe, my comet tail burning through space. Now, middle-aged Pleiades, we are fading stars and sisterhood is nebulous in the stubborn constellation of Taurus. No longer a pole star in your lives, […]
Circus in Black and White
The memory is black and white and fading at the edges, glimpsed through a peephole of time. She recalls the creak and scratch of wooden planks and his straw hat, the candy floss awe of the crowd inside, and the flap of canvas above their heads. That’s enough when you can’t afford a ticket but […]
Unmasking a Stranger
Coy behind a marble lion, she seduced tourists in the square, no bashful burn behind the mask to match the colour of her hair. She was Casanova’s doxy, a carnival Columbina, until she packed herself away in tissue for another year. Then she merged into the shadows of the bridges and the alleys with her […]
