On a lonely fell is a coaching inn where the locals stare and sometimes grin, imbibing ale and swigging rum as unsuspecting grockles come. Those who choose to stay the night will wish they hadn’t, with hindsight. Wrapped in sweaty nightclothes’ trammel and listening for the keyhole’s rattle, the naïve and malleable ponder and sigh at […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
The girl who was made of ink and tears…
collected them over the years, spilled and scribbled down her fears on paper full of splashes, smears and smudges, oaths and prayers: a panoply of emotional souvenirs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt “It’s all in the title” Today’s title prompt involves working with variations of the same title instead […]
Uncomplicated…
as a bubble on a puddle, the minutiae of life inside its dome; as a single pearl on silk, soft hair parted by a comb, a fresh egg or a glass of milk; as blades of grass mingling with a buttercup’s golden glow; as the crisp tingling when the accolade of rain stops – and everything […]
Squirrels and Shadows
Sun flickers in spaces between the breeze- whipped branches and leaves, and dancing curly willows dapple the garden with shadows, Out of his chiaroscuro camouflage, a squirrel dashes to the apple tree to root among the ripened, wind-fall fruit. He hauls his swag just a few feet and stops to eat, relieves the weight and […]
Rejecting Solipsism
In a world so conveniently organised there is no need for charm or chat-up lines, all the young have to do is swipe and rate their lives on the number of likes. For those of us who never went on dates, who fell in love with long-term friends, preferring the safety of familiar faces, dating […]
Clouds Dancing
No curtains open, no music plays, no corps de ballet on the rocky stage. The only spotlight is the sun, to highlight the faint wisps that twist and pirouette drift upwards and beyond: clouds dancing on a blue background. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Wisp […]
Born to Dance the Blues
Her mother told her she was born to dance. She said, in the womb her heart tattooed her future steps on a kind of fever chart, a balletic horoscope of her every move. The first time she heard the blues, she slipped on her shoes, pointed her toes and pirouetted out the door, jazzed and […]
Mapping Memories
I start to trace the map of her face, the contours of her cheeks, pools of blue eyes, her valleys and her peaks, drawing from distant memories, trying to forget more recent days, colouring the sunshine hours, and feeling her warmth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Musical Muse […]
Stranded
After the hurly burly of a storm on uninhabited isles – green jewels in crystal foam – a custard wind blows under the rim of a bluff clad with cushions of turf and crowned with rock shaped like a whale. This is where stranded mermaids watch clouds sail and forests splash and crash their splendid […]
Shakespeare Dreaming
Words fall on fertile ground, blossoming midsummer dreams or sprouting mares of thorn and bane. While the poet’s pendulum swings, chimera of the mind whips whirring wings of fantasy into comedy, romance and tragedy, borne on feathered quill to make of what you will. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
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