In the silver silence of morning’s first rays, she is woken from the vastness of the double bed by a bee munching her way out of a nest secreted in an air vent. After a long winter spent in a cocoon, waiting for warmer weather to eat herself free from nesting cavities plugged with grains […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Say it with Roses
On Friday night the doorbell rang. She opened up and there he stood, in his hands a sunset of roses, plump petals fragrant with promises. By Monday they had wilted, petals browning, stems slimy, pungent, sick with stagnant water, in a storm of greenfly. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Another poem in response to dVerse Poets […]
Honeysuckle Storm
I didn’t know lightning could smell sweet that thunder could hum a gentle beat and in the middle of a heavy metal summer song so dark it’s light so right it’s wrong I see a bee on a rose in a storm of honeysuckle Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Parallel World
In a parallel world I’m a party girl excited by background noise, pungent smoke and sweat of boys. I tend to do what I please to awestruck lovers on their knees, whose nerves are weak and pulses strong; their mal de coucou will soon be gone when I spill their blood and quell their fire, […]
We saw it on the news…
a couple of hours after emerging from theatre darkness into the rain-streaked copper lightness of a warm summer’s Saturday night; Londoners and tourists alike streamed into the Underground, unaware that on London Bridge people were falling down, run down by extremists, and Borough Market was being knifed in the beat of its open, friendly heart. […]
The Loss of Intimacy
She bustles in, weighed down with his clean underwear, pyjamas, barley water and boiled sweets, his reading glasses, now repaired, holding back wisps of her grey hair. She has to catch the bus at the same time every day and sit for hours, making repetitive small-talk with a man who doesn’t know her name, has forgotten, […]
Gifts
In German, Gift means poison, something he may not know. He brings her gold, perfume and clothes, sometimes a diamond, sometimes a rose, until she doesn’t even see them piling up in lonely high security, the toxic perfection of their mansion. So she searches on the internet for something that she cannot get from him […]
Guitar Sunsets
My passion as a teenager was playing the guitar, contorting fingers into chords and positions, resonating waltz and polka from the sound hole of a Yamaha, plucking delicate arrangements of Bach and Scarlatti. Now my fingers will not stretch across neck and frets, too stiff and sore to press on strings, too clumsy for harmonics […]
Found in the Night Sky
look up and watch the cosmic summer frolic when the sun rises early to touch the Northern Tropic our lunar neighbour fattens, waxes, comes nigh then scoots past and sails on by leaving Saturn and Jupiter to light up the night sky Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest A found poem, picked from […]
Falling Angel
“He’s an angel, not a saint.” – Michael He didn’t ask to be her guardian angel, he didn’t want to fall to earth, he didn’t know it would be so painful to hide his wings and surrender his heart. He pays attention to her every word, tries to stop his feathers rustling like a bird, […]
