as the molecular waviness of sky and sea busking elemental music; as cool sand beneath uncurling toes and wind unfurling strands of hair like wheeling gulls; as a ladybird on its way home, flying between blades of grass before it lands on my hand. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Monday […]
Category: Poems
My Dearest Book
I wrote you a love poem but I can’t remember how I found you: you were simply there, when the day before you were not. Your black and white circus of dreams was marvellously prefabricated and you easily enchanted me into your circular paths, drew me to your bonfire’s heat. Your acrobats and fortune-tellers thrilled, […]
Spellbound
Spell- bound by northern lights, I sigh like a whale stranded in the middle of a solar storm, muddled by Earth’s magnetic field. Separated for so long from the human pod, I (circum) navigate (relation) ships, until I flounder in shallow water, listening for my next breath. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Book of Words
My note book is a testament to bitten nails, ragged and rent, and heretic bleed of cuticles not neatly trimmed and beautiful but ripped, picked and gnawed while searching for the perfect word, the one that shines with serendipity, arriving as an epiphany and written down to be used in stories, poems and reviews. Kim […]
Magic
is the changing face of nature as summer slowly cedes to autumn: flocks of birds morph in a washed-out sky, kaleidoscopic shapes in preparation for arduous flights and winter migration; hedges drip with blood-red berries, green foliage metamorphoses into shades of amber, gold and rust, and that first leaf lands in grass and dust. Kim […]
September, looking…
through a time-worn pupil, focused on the blue-grey wash, we paddle in shallows, waiting for the seasonal tide to turn. Here there is no stubble, no furrows, just poetry pure and wild whirring in and out of hedgerows thick with hips and haws and pouring from the sky, a migrating flock of swallows. Kim M. […]
Sea Dragon
No roar of fire or brimstone, no cloud of dust erupts from the fossilised mosaic of forefin, ribs and backbone. The extended tail’s a fake, implanted in the rocky tomb. She’s a mislabelled, 200 million-year-old surprise: an ancient monster that terrorised the primordial Somerset coast concealed the incomplete bones of a sea dragon embryo. Kim […]
The Sight of Stars
ancient memories light up the night sky with a shimmer of astral dust yesterday’s magic scintillates astrology and mysticism a twinkling aura crowns the moon drunk with cosmic wine and weightlessness motionless in freefall earth is an afterthought a blue yo-yo suspended in the echo chamber of space while the universal orchestra plays a silent […]
Flood
Liquid gushes out of drains and fills up gutters. Is Zeus dozing in the bath again? I imagine him luxuriating, how infuriating: while rain bursts river banks and breaches dams, he rests his divine head. I wish he’d shower instead. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fashion Me Your […]
Anticipating Storms
Wielding axes of thunder, storms are brewing bluster; arriving at a gallop, skidding hooves on dust and steaming gravel of a droughted summer seeded by chickweed, nettles, docks and groundsel, and flowering grassy surges of dandelions that spatter brightly on the verges, thirsting for some pitter-patter. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
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