Tiny coal-black fists raised on naked twigs threaten to open into purple Fraxinus blossom: if the ash before the oak, then we’ll surely have a soak. But then I spot a haze of ginger Quercus buds, an Easter bonnet veil around grey branches: if the oak before the ash, then we’ll only have a splash. […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
A Circular Quadrille
Pigeons pace like commuters in the station, pick up the pace in the face of a surge of humans through the barrier, who face another day of going through the motions, going about their business like pigeons, pigeons that pace, commuters at a station. Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2017 Image found at http://www.mirror.co.uk My […]
Uncharted
Am I a fool to want to float, to sail away on a leaky boat, exploring life on canals and rivers, trimming sails in all kinds of weather until I reach the estuary, the final frontier before open sea, uncharted depths that terrify me? Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real […]
One Man’s Kindness in No Man’s Land
Originally posted on writing in north norfolk:
Tattered faceless silhouettes Staggered across no-man’s land, Fumbling to attach bayonets, Unkind weapons in shaky hands. Wisps of men blundered in thick of gas Back to the comfort of a mud-filled trench, Eyeless heroes in useless masks Smothering in the toxic stench. One innocent soldier wandering wide, Heading…
Kölsch[1]
Kölle Alaaf![2] I miss the echo in the streets, the crowds on Rudolfplatz and Neumarkt[3], the oompa pa of familiar Fastelovend[4] songs and cries of ‘Kamelle!’[5] as sweets hailed down. You helped me dress up as a clown. I drank cold Kölsch, ate salty Pommes mit Mayonnais’.[6] You taught me the words to ‘Mer losse d’r […]
Untethered
As she gradually lost her memory, she lost herself. Haunted by the loss, her anchor rope frayed, detached from sentence and paragraph of life’s prose. Weightless and joyless, she floated in free verse of demented poetry. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Irony […]
Broken Heart Sijo
My heart has been splintered, a broken glass of bitter wine. I was once a rose, now I’ve become a thorn in your side. I must find a new glass in which to gather bitter tears. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem @1181 broken heart Today we have […]
View from a Roof
Each morning we sit here, a pair of old boots grumbling and preening grey feathers after a reveille of tweets and hoots has awakened us, whatever the weather. Anticipating a spring full of song, I rasp a throaty coo, try to sing along but in the corner of my beady eye I glimpse grey squirrels […]
Three
Her life is a trilogy, an unholy trinity in a three-dimensional world: past, present, future, unaligned, thrice the fun and three times the pain, again and again and again, tied to herself in a three-legged race, she is three-faced. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Laura Williams My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #158 and linked […]
Ballooning All the Words
Dawn shimmered and rose, bubbling balloons. Green shadows breathed whispers, giggled ghostly leaves, skipping, dancing on a spring breeze, melting cloud, curling a grin, sparkling cues to let them in. Arm twisted by their journey’s scars, I open windows ajar to a spilling lullaby. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest Another dVerse Poets […]
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