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 […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
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 […]
Higgledy-piggledy
In the labyrinthine malformed lanes and backstreets of imagination, dead-reckoning never takes me north, south, east or west, but always looks left, to the sinister side of my brain. Blindfolded by the torn curtain of fantasy, I press on in my wanderings, and my gait cannot help but feign a gritty, natural inclination to embed […]
Words out of Leaves out of Words
A perfect russet leaf for her to press between the leaves of sonnets, caught on her sweater, tucked into her pocket, gave her the words she wrote on her note pad of new po- ems . Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Out of Your Own Words […]
Sea Holly
Before this coast was swamped by sea and dinosaurs vanished, was I simply holly? I remember heat and thorns as big as ceraptosian dinosaurs’ horns and plants higher than the windmill on the salt marsh edge that was once a hill. Skies were always endless, as were the silent-black nights, which twinkled with a million […]
Alone
On the rim of sunset, evening hues are darkening, musky with the fading scent of undergrowth. Summer will soon be a forgotten dream, her insects a distant echo. But at the heart of feelings of rejection and loneliness is the beat of all things. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Thursday photo prompt – […]
