There’s a chill in the early morning air. Light spreads brightly downwards from the wide fluttering clusters of papery wings, tangles tongues with rain. Anonymous at a timeless hour, pigeons pace like commuters in the station, detect a rhythm, diminuendo of minor notes – no cooing on the telephone wire. A shadow flits ahead. Along […]
Category: Poems
Three Limericks
There was a young astronaut from Earth Who dreamed of space travel from birth. He was so bored in space, He kept feeding his face And returned with a gigantic girth. There was once a young woman from Norwich Who refused to finish her porridge. Her Scottish boyfriend Who came from Hell’s Glen Said, ‘Eat […]
Not so successful…
were the two poems I submitted to the National Memory Day Creative Writing Competition: Earthquake We had already experienced active faults, grandparents who were victims of age assaults, unable to name the rumbles and shakes of dementia earthquakes. And then we noticed your primary waves of forgetfulness, distance and those days when you disappeared behind […]
Hydrogen
At nearly seven-thirty, it’s chilly, with reports of snow on the coast. After overnight rain, the sky is clear, no snow here and the sun, a hot-air balloon burning atomic number one, wears a Mona Lisa smile – she’s in her element and discrete in her experiments. Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2017 Image found […]
Acrostic Art
Gun-metalled and straight-backed In shadow, looking Ahead at what’s Coming, reconciled with death: Open- mouthed, e- Maciated, E-tiolated To their bitter ends: Twisted Idols. Kim M. Russell, 26th April 2017 Alberto Giacometti at the 31° Venice Biennale in 1962, photographed by Paolo Monti (Fondo Paolo Monti, BEIC) – image found on Wikipedia On Day 26 […]
A New Pot
Ripped from the comfort of familiar soil my roots feel the limits of a pot; my shoots are anxious to uncurl before they shrivel up and rot. Other plants on the window sill are greener, more colourful than me, the tulips and the daffodils bursting from their bulbs with glee. I feed on dreams of […]
Playground by the Village Hall
On Mondays, the village hall is closed: no community cinema, yoga or bingo. Even the clock has slowed almost to a stop. I crunch across the gravel, past the football pitch, dodge clumps of daisies and jump a little ditch. No dogs allowed inside the playground with its drooping swings, not-so-merry-go-round, empty slide and ropes […]
Safe in her Pocket
She sees through his bravado, a juvenile planet Earth peeping through Saturn’s halo. His stretched open lips reveal his innermost fears and his soul slips down his cheek. She pulls apart his terrors, soothes his pain and with one look, pockets his heart. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Andi Abdul Halil My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
Along the Hedgerow
On the other side of this hedge, there’s a field and yet another hedge. I can’t see through the thickness of the hedge flecked with tiny mayflowers, stars in the hedge. There are daisies scattered close to the hedge; thorny tangles of brambles protect the hedge; stealthy stinging nettles strangle the hedge; medicinal dock leaves […]
Fractured by Traffic
On the village green, bones of goalposts lean at both ends of the empty pitch. I ring-a-round-a-rosy, hugging sidelines, daisy-stitched, tanging of cut grass. Each time it passes, it fractures the stillness, the arrhythmic ebb and flow of traffic as it comes and goes. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
