It’s frightening how easily you lose me – careless, thoughtless or accident prone – and yet you cherish the poems and songs I bring you, the dreams full of forgotten faces with which I lace your sleep after you’ve remembered all the words to ‘I pray the Lord my soul to keep’. Kim M. Russell, […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Feather
I hold the fragile, hollow shaft bone carefully between fingers and thumb, study its iridescent greens and blues playing tricks and changing hues as I turn it in the light. In this fractal fragment of flight, old now, discarded and renewed, I sense the sorrowful stare of eyes, preserved forever in a poet’s quill, in […]
Spring Secret
in the morning garden elm flowers dangle in the trees fluttering clusters of papery wings a reddish-purple heart in glimmering green Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2017 Image found on woodlandtust.org.uk On Day 23 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, It’s All In Your Head. Julia says says that poetry is supposed to be i) […]
Celtic Crow
One eye glances askance, glittering jet lustre. Is Morrighan watching? Will she visit you? Wings open like a broken umbrella, a sheen of funereal feathers. Is it alone or are there three to strike fear in the hearts of the enemy? Talons scratch a morbid beat to the castanet clacking of its beak. Sacred sister […]
Honey Moon
whoever it was who said that the moon is made of cheese had never tasted the sweetness of a honey moon, a hive for bees that swarm and honey-comb the brightest constellations, pollinating coy comets and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon Today the Tale […]
In Just One Sentence
Why use one word when you can spew twenty or more onto a blank page or a computer screen which entices you to burst open your soul like a sticky horse chestnut bud and release your innermost hopes and fears but keep the secrets slanting shadows (you can’t give too much away) and if on-line […]
It’s Not Just One Day…
in April writing a poem, it’s participation in the writing month and not taking up the challenge would really give me the hump. So here is a humble apology for the brevity of my ditty, not flowery or blustering, I admit, but it really is the pits. Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2017 On Day […]
T-shirt
creased up at the foot of the bed, hugging to itself the scent of you, a scent that it releases and exudes as I fold it tenderly Kim M. Russell My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April – Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy A big welcome to Sanaa, […]
Postcard to My Younger Self
Wish you were here where I am now, no longer craving days without a row, happy family games and fun with Mr, Mrs and the children Bun. No more nightmares in council flats, where we couldn’t have dogs or cats; no more wishing for trips away to break the boredom of school holidays; no more […]
Another Postcard from Klimt
he wrote not in words sea-sick on a page but painted with damp brush on warm canvas sent a postcard portrait from the poplars in his garden and the shores of the lake Kim M. Russell, 2017 Postcard of Gustav Klimt Im Garten seines Ateliers by Moritz Nähr 1910, produced by EDITION SKYE Wien My […]
