the women from the shop floor compare notes – the new fore- man’s cute. They speculate whether he’s available and watch together as he approaches the counter. The girl behind the steaming urn eyes him up as he waits his turn, smiles and flutters lashes like spiders’ legs, gives him an extra helping of scrambled […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Walcott Sea Front at 7 a.m.
The heavy tide inhales wind and gasps chilly salty spray, tangles tongues with rain, spattering the windscreen. Gulls mourn bitterly and in the safety of the car a voice on the radio speaks in tones hushed and slow about the death of a new-born. The car behind sounds its horn. Kim M. Russell, 12th April […]
A poem in Visual Verse
I’m pleased to post a link to the April issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 6 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem ‘Armageddon’ on page 20.
Ruminations on Writing
I was recently reminded I’m getting old, a greying guest of nature, mother and wife. In an attempt to solve the riddle of my soul, I gnaw and chew life out of life. Stiff fingers falter, they fumble, writing is a spidery scrawl on a page; as I peck at the keyboard, words tumble, I […]
April Drizzle
Amidst an army of slim trunks and branches, starkly silver across the bruise of swollen clouds, a shimmering shaft of optimistic sunlight explodes with April drizzle. Ephemeral rain-shadows dissolve into prismatic bows and rippling puddles sparkle with liquidity, intensifying spring and her growing pellucidity. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
Distance
Only a phone call away, only a bus or train ride, I know you can drive, and still you are distant. I bought you sweets on the way home from school, was thrown into space by a motorbike and still ran up all those flights of stairs to the top floor and along the balcony […]
Sugar Daddy
Daddy, you eat all the sugar and leave me bleeding, a blistered foot with no shoe, you do, and I will have to kill and sculpture you into a blue marble statue, bastard, you. You were the universe, the moon my mistress, if I had but known your crazed intent to render me a manless, […]
Friday Night at the Cardiff Novotel
(after Philip Larkin’s ‘Friday Night in the Royal Station Hotel) Light spreads brightly downwards from the wide- screen television between high windows that face the car park, where taxi headlights flare. At the bar, men in short-sleeved t-shirts flash tattoos, down beery dregs and, glancing at the score, jostle in a noisy exit. Receptionists issue […]
M4 Westbound
A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. Afternoon is coming to an end and we are still hemmed in by metal. A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. Not a sign of an accident and no breakdown on the hard shoulder. A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. No emergency vehicles or […]
Ode to a Hug
There are times, left alone with thoughts and memories, when up sneaks grief, a vulgar thief of quietude, squeezes salt and tears from a freezing heart. And there you are, warm as blood, enveloping stony skin, thawing emotions locked within. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image of statue on King’s Cross Station found on Pinterest On […]
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