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 […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
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 […]
Melting
In August nineteen forty two, amid alpine meadow scent and below skies of glacier blue, Francine and Marcelin, set off on foot to feed their herd. They never returned. Decades of searching melted to an end, revealing backpacks, stopped watch, tin bowls, a glass bottle, shoes still encased in ice, bodies side by side. As […]
Waking up to Fear
Wind-buffeted morning shadows hunt silhouettes on back-swept wings. Blood, bone and muscle fit like gloves containing consciousness and fetid fearfulness. Everything breaks and dies. We fear the unexpectedness of death, a slow verb about to spring into action one unknown day, never far away. Kim M. Russell, 2017 The Kiss of Death located at Barcelona’s […]
The Shadiness of Willows
In the glaucous state of becoming, she recalled the words she was singing in her dream: ‘Willow weep for me’. Her hair was delicate branches, her thoughts rain-scented leaves. She had been warned not to cry beneath a willow. Now it clasped her in an everlasting embrace and the grooves in its trunk traced the lines […]
Quixotic Giant
Obsessed with windmills feet planted in earth head in the clouds a quixotic birth with a love of sails in a flat county sunset never fails […]
Starshine
The right to twinkle didn’t belong to Marilyn alone, but every star in the dark empyrean dome: the glints, star- dust and the supernovas; stars that dazzle until they fizzle out; and those that hang on to the past, hoping they will last for ever. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Today Gayle is hosting dVerse Poets […]
Wakeful
First flush of morning percolates through crepuscular dreams, lays first thoughts behind sleep-encrusted lids. Words hatch and squirm, caterpillars to feed the hungry birds of creativity. No point in wrestling with the behe- moths that eat holes in the rags of night, let in first light. It’s time to write. Kim M. Russell, 2017 ‘Dance […]
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