Downward stroke of raven wing, coal-black and glistening in the morning sun, sweeps clouds into one, a blot on the blue. Its forsaken caw breaks early morning silence like the letterbox flap, the post on the mat; only its message is scrawled in the sky and punctuated by its shiny jet eye. Kim M. Russell, […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Wave Washed
I’m under your skin, your nails and tongue; there’s so much left unsaid and undone. No number, no thunder of waves could wash me away, nor the terrifying teeth of a tempest gnaw every trace of bone. I am the scattered salt in every raindrop, the fingers that linger and drip down your pane, scratching […]
Balance
Life in the balance: on one side, the sum total […]
Following the Bird
It was on the Bohemian trail, a hippy journey to her soul, when she met an insouciant bird that flew ahead on road and rail and led her to her illusory goal with never a chiding word. An old cassette of favourite songs in the bottom of her backpack reminded her of friends she left […]
A new poem in Visual Verse
Here’s a link to the July issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 9 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 32 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘A Tailor’s Bespoke Lament’.
Heron Twilight
The lens of day’s diminishing light freezes in the final blaze of sunset a sky-borne pterodactyl silhouette, whose serrated wings and compass-needle head trail a heron’s gangly legs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday’s Mix This week, Teresa would like us to look at silhouettes, which have […]
A Single Sprig
Tangible tranquillity crescendos throughout the day, reaching a climax at dusk. In woody eucalyptus of a sprig of rosemary, the town has remembered me. In its low, glowering skies, swarms of midges and horseflies, my wild memories linger. Kim M. Russell, 2017 wild memories – image by Magaly Guerrero (@magalyguerreroindarkerwords) My response to Imaginary Garden […]
The Bookseller and the Poet
Carla Scott wanted nothing more in life than to own a little bookshop in the coastal town where she’d grown up, between the Firths of Tay and Forth in Fife. Guarded by giants of bridges and hills, the ancestral home of monarchs was comforting and safe, an idyll invaded only by wind and waves, no […]
Wings and Light
Along the beach, birds are returning from the Arctic; waders stop off to picnic in a brightly moonlit stretch of sandy slime: oystercatchers, sandpipers, curlews and snipe. Excited piping and haunting mournful cries follow us home where we are greeted by a kaleidoscope of moths congregating around the halo of the porch light: crumpled leaves […]
Seagull
I called her Seagull because of her beak. We’d been on holiday for only a week and after playing alone on the beach for days, I found her in a rock pool and she asked me to stay. We were twins, you see, dressed in the same clothes, same dress, same hair, just a different […]
