There’s a purr in my ear the moment she hears me stir. She pats my face with an impertinent paw – I know I have ten minutes more until I’m wide awake, but she insists. She licks my ear, kneads my hair until I roll off the mattress edge, push feet into slippers and go […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Taste…
buds in mouth and flowers, a saporous feast of flavours: pizza erupts, a volcano of chilli, garlic and oregano; zingy ginger tea cleanses busy gustatory senses; an unripe plum, quite sour, not the buttery-sweet ambrosia of a nectarine or peach, because the riper, plumper ones were out of reach. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Images found on […]
Reverse Orbit
Earth is a small blue fingernail whose distant seas and undulations spill colour on early spring mornings here in space I conjure in my imagination primroses, daffodils and tulips warming a leafless woodland that still drips with winter thaw space is a colourless formula a soundless, boundless set of laws that keep me orbiting, a […]
A 6 a.m. Aubade
between twisted slats of blind and sleep-encrusted lids bright celandine rays of early morning sun disperse penumbrae in a flutter of feathers no cooing on the telephone wire in the margin above a line of silver birches a single lingering star flirts with the crescent moon birdsong ripples in liquid silence and so the aubade […]
Washing Line Blues
Although it is a sunny day the rotary drier is sad today and drooping on her zimmer frame when she should be spinning in fresh zephyrs of spring. When she’s all pegged out with pillows, and fresh, clean towels that flap and billow, dancing trousers, shirts and sheets, with grass and daisies at her feet, the […]
Tricolour
In the hedgerows on this peaceful morning, the green and yellow backdrop is torn by waxwings. With tricorn head feathers and ‘stand and deliver’ masks, they flourish their plumage and spread wing tips, waxy red to seal their Bohemian spring courtship. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on rspb.org.uk My response to Imaginary Garden with […]
Prune
The breeze is chilly, sky a polished azure, melted-butter primroses peep between my roots, a metaphor ripe for plucking. Unlike me, a wizened plum tree who should be in her prime, bearing scented blossom and sweet fruit, time after time. I stand in shadows of resilient birches and willows, slender branches bursting with bud and […]
Hyacinth
Simple hyacinths assembled in a bowl exude sickly breath of Altschmerz and sorrow. In the cleft lattice of a flower head, a liquid pearl trickles down the insidiousness of a fading petal curl, a reminder that mortals become weak and spent, and what firmness and agility once meant to a young boy who let two […]
Many are called…
but few are chosen in the symmetry and ritual, the circle of life and death, from the first gasp at birth to the very last breath. Fresh grass grows on mountains through snow and stones; saplings take root in graves among crumbling bones; new life and innocence bring hope and vision. Many are called but […]
Sprung
Now the clock hands have spun forward, an extra hour’s worth of sun- light has my nose smearing windows, spotting miniature mountains in mud- dy grass, patches clawed and dug by myopic moles in their hungry hunt for worms and beetles. My ears detect a rhythm, tap and hammer of a woodpecker, precise percussion of […]
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