The ocean sings a melancholy tune with its infinite whispers of tide and moon. Whiskey coloured waves wash and tumble sand, where fishermen haul in, hand over hand, a net of jelly fish and tangled mermaid tails, shark fins and teeth, up to the whale- backed dunes, where the season gives russet hair a haughty […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
On the Beach – a poem in Visual Verse
Here’s a link to the October issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 12 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 12 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘On the Beach‘.
Dark Reflections
Avoid the shadow of a black moon on the night of Halloween, and don’t gaze into a looking-glass to see the future or the past. For if the tides are out of kilter and you’ve imbibed a magic philtre, you’ll attract the desire of the one you see: the you in the mirror won’t let […]
Nobel
no church bell no alarm bell just the body clock warning and a stormy morning outside the window later, the man on the radio says the Nobel prize for literature has been awarded to Kazuo Ishiguro, whose stories will never let me go unconsoled in the pale view of hills, an artist of the floating […]
Click
queues no, crowds no need no patience for to wait no time buy we on-line dissatisfaction we unload media on social to never people met we have politicians and celebrities of headlines in a blizzard sensational of stories if clicks no more there were the nettle grasp we might face of face to conversation human […]
Shed Theory
In the corner of my eye, above the relative order of notepads and CDs, I can see the sad ruin of the garden shed, silent and crumbling in a nettle bed. Inside, brambles try to make their escape, scratching at windows that crack and break, held together in the embrace of neatly spun cobweb lace. […]
A small ode to small things
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 […]
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 […]
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