Like a soft-boiled egg cracked with a spoon, thoughts dribble and congeal. Grey clouds are drifting candle smoke. Mocked by the drooping willow, I gaze past my reflection in the window: another birthday and autumn’s on its way. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 131 […]
Category: Poems
A Day for Shade
Tucked into a shallow bowl of shady hills, a gun-metal grey saucer of a lake reflects the silhouette of a small bird of prey hunting on wings back-swept, shadowing skylarks and pipits, playing tag with cumuli scudding their own penumbrae. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on britainandbritishness.com My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics […]
Tipping into Autumn
There comes a day, between spring’s last blackbird concert and the first swift to fly south, when nature takes a breath, before tipping into autumn. Brambles are already dotted with ripening fruit, and yellow leaves glow among the green. Beneath the oak, a squirrel has been seen, gathering acorns, hips and haws, with eager paws. […]
Outside the Shutters – a poem in Visual Verse
Here’s a link to the August issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 10 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 7 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘Outside the Shutters’.
Feeding the Cats
I open eyes to Mojo, a bundle of shadows pressed against my chest, purring and kneading me awake, and patting my face with sharp little paws. Through the open window drift Luna’s meows, her triumphant declaration of a corpse at the backdoor, usually a half-chewed, dawn-grey mouse. Green jewels observe me as I slide off […]
A Flash of Summer
blue metallic flame bi-plane dragonflies travelling through time skimming summer days hovering and dipping flash of fizzing wings Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar — Trimeter Frank is our host this Thursday and he has brought us the tricky trimester. He explains that a line in a poem […]
Stone walls still stand…
along the lane, overhung with lemon leaves, lazily swung like rope across the landscape. At their rugged, naked feet, mud is sun–baked and crumbling, draped with dried-up weeds and grass, where humans rarely pass, only rain, wind and mice that burrow, deep beneath the footing, a tissue of tunnels and apertures adorned with a glint […]
Out of Body
A living quilt of stars and meadows lies across my bed; my spirit rises from my body pale as the dead. I am water rushing in the river, ever towards the sea; I flow through culverts and canals but you won’t see me. I am clouds and I am stars dotted in the sky; in […]
Melting
In August nineteen forty two, amid alpine meadow scent and below skies of glacier blue, Francine and Marcelin, set off on foot to feed their herd. They never returned. Decades of searching melted to an end, revealing backpacks, stopped watch, tin bowls, a glass bottle, shoes still encased in ice, bodies side by side. As […]
Waking up to Fear
Wind-buffeted morning shadows hunt silhouettes on back-swept wings. Blood, bone and muscle fit like gloves containing consciousness and fetid fearfulness. Everything breaks and dies. We fear the unexpectedness of death, a slow verb about to spring into action one unknown day, never far away. Kim M. Russell, 2017 The Kiss of Death located at Barcelona’s […]
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