small feet toddle through my dusty memory they leave everlasting prints though her adult feet would never fit in my shoes I remember the curl of small toes waiting to be tickled and a small wet thumb that slipped from rosebud lips these small things awaken a thrill of anticipation at the small seed inside […]
Category: Poems
Peridot
I have never had pleasure in any kind of treasure and no sparkling diamond can be my best friend. But the peridot colours of an August garden delight me with greens and ochres, golden sunshine dancing in the sky, protection from the evil eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Burial Boat
A boat has flamed into the market square; although its wood has rotted away, its soul is impressed into the soil. All that’s left is rust and nails, a broken key, a piece of spoon, and the remains of two long bones. A hidden surprise in the heart of a city, a flat-bottomed Viking coffin […]
Obfuscation
Fog blows in, a gasp of winter from the coast, muffles the shame of trees scantily clothed in withered leaves. Footsteps ring hollow on the path, insipid shadows teeter into view and disappear into the periphery, stirred into the murky brew. Sodium yellow glows from the village store, disperses into shades of nicotine filter-tipped with […]
Fading
The last honeysuckle of the year airs her fading blooms. They no longer exude perfume, nor do bees come near; their candy colours have faded, outdone by copper costumes trimmed with berry red and drenched with autumn’s overpowering leaf mulch scent. Kim M. Russell, 2017 For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night I wrote this […]
Waxing Rhetorical
Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
Whenever the lights go out…
we mutter and complain about missing the news again the stereo stops playing and we live off sandwiches for a while candles flicker inside stars twinkle outside silence is a palpable buzzing and crackling inside ears and heads so we feed it with words that might not otherwise have been said. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Cactus Cowboy – a poem in Visual Verse
Here’s a link to the September issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 11 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 28 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘Cactus Cowboy’.
Evacuation
A chill murmurs through trees still wearing summer frocks stained with fruit and chestnut rust. Early morning mist conceals a fox on a mission to find rations. Marsh harriers fuel up for migration, fighter planes above the mere, forming shadow vectors over fields of brown-gold stubble and hedgerows grey with old man’s beard. Along the […]
Rewind
We shut the front door and rewind the day, reining in squally autumn weather, and watch the sky together as storm smudged charcoal clouds soak up rain from macerated mud and leafy puddles. For a quiet twilight moment, orange and scarlet sun reigns again. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
writing in north norfolk 