Arriving at the Gare du Nord, I disembark from the train to a guttural dawn chorus – I’ve heard that sound before. The morning platform’s cold, tinged with piss and alcohol. As I pass a street café, a newspaper hawker’s cry starts up the day and Gitanes and coffee grab me in a piquant embrace, […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Scrooged
I struggle with leftovers and dregs of good cheer; dinner repeats itself and Christmas tinnitus continues to ring in my ear. Although I vaguely remember many times that I’ve been here, I know that I will make the leap of faith into another year. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
A Poet’s Manifesto
I must crack my knuckles and fill my pen with ink, not just to mark the page but to help me think. I must use my pen, wield it like a sword and cut through crap with sharpened words. I must write a skeleton, slice truth to the bone, rebuild it with flesh and hair, give […]
Blue
The sky is a palette of blue, empty of birds, only broken clouds sing their poignant tunes; mainland and islands chime loud with blues of their own; and the sea joins in with a harmony, an aquamarine melody to pilot a tired fisherman home. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo […]
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city streetlights offset memories of rain with promises of more weather light and dark hot and cold another year of life together Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Aspire Marian says to close 2017 on a high note, she has introduced us to one of her favourite new artists: […]
Snapshot of Christmas Day
The landscape’s smeared with brown and grey on this fleeting Christmas day. Winter holds sway with icy puddles and breath forms frozen particles on still air. Only seagulls dare tease the tedium; they wheel, sideslip and dive, grey wings merge with grey sky. Around the corner waits the black backdrop of a drawn-out night and […]
Shadow Puppet
On mid-winter afternoons, by half past three, restless rooks have gathered in leafless trees. Frosty fields are torn by the lowering sun; the sky darkens and the witching hour’s begun. In the dim half-light, windows start to glow and shadow puppets haunt lanes and hedgerows. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday […]
Slowly
flake by feathery flake snow falls on the frozen lake milky light fills the sky at daybreak icing trickles on the Christmas cake children smile at a snow-globe shake slowly across the world Christmas wakes Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fashion me your words: slowly Gillena’s challenge this […]
Enlivened
We are enlivened to the core as we stroll across the moor: hills transform into mountains; wintry waste is hemmed by trees and stones; branches shiver with icicles and frost that chill us to our very bones. Anaemic sun fails to warm us and underfoot the earth is hard as iron, despite promises of early […]
A Glint of Sunshine
Stark winter branches relinquish their last few strips of faded foliage. They twirl, fall and slip between misty mornings and afternoons, land in muddy folds of rotten detritus and sodden grass, where a ragged dandelion beams among the grey and green. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Writing Exercise […]
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