Wind-buffeted, we listen for quiet waves below the pier. Filtered through a bank of low-lying granite cloud, August sun is determined to shine on Southwold. Day trippers brave the sea, build castles on the beach, while in brightly coloured huts, flustered mothers hand out soggy egg and cress sandwiches that crunch with sand. In the […]
Category: Poems
Tree Magic
Along banks and edges of paths and fields, trees watch; their branches lances sharp enough to pierce, their leaves shields. What we think are hollow trunks, devoid of sap and bark, that rise from ponds still as looking glass, are ragged shadows of wet birch and ash, wizard wands that trick us into thinking reeds […]
10th August 2017
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 […]
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 […]
