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 […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
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 […]
Twilight Dreaming
Shared memories fill quiet moments like the stuffing in the sagging sofa where we sit with cats on laps, content. Outside, the willow fills the garden with shadows, which the sun fragments and enamels copper and golden. The drapes of night make their descent and memories turn to dreams; the more my mind’s eye sees […]
Transparency
She saw through him, the last glass eel of summer, tinkling and shattering up the river with a shiver like a lost star in an alien galaxy, a long way from the Sargasso Sea. She felt sick as she let the slick predator slip through her fingers in whirlpools of emotion and he abandoned her […]
Seahorses
We ride distorted monsters beyond sandcastle borders, past pebbles and fizzing foam to whispering eel grass meadows. Tethered to stalks, their snaking chameleon tails swish, graceful gliding curlicues, neither horse nor fish. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Border, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform […]
By the Graveside
She wrestles with the funeral raven’s shades of black on glossy pinions, her widow’s weeds dulled by summer dust, drenched with sorrow and mistrust of every mourner around the grave of the man whose soul she could not save. Stifled sobs pulse in her throat prise open her lips and, with a croak of feathers […]
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