The-park-and-ride, flanked by fields and trees, sits on the outskirts, cheap and convenient for the city. I guide my ageing car between parallel rows of shiny four-by-fours and hatchbacks, following the one-way arrows. A patient elderly queue is waiting at the bus stop, checking timetable and watches, anxious to get to the shops. The bus […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Invitation to the Tyburn Jig
In the shadow of the gallows, not far from the hangman’s noose, the young pick-pocket drowns in the shallow murk of a blindman’s holiday, once the jailer’s doused the glim. He was born under a threepenny planet, dipping wipers for a tot of lightning, dodging charlies and soul-drivers. Holed up in a gospel-shop, pot-valiant, he forgot […]
Uncertainty
Early warmer spring pours inky shadows over flowers. Seasons seem to slip in and out of sync, lengthening hours and then darkening again, conjuring up a vernal frenzy of uncertainty. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – reylia.deviantart.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #153
Dazzled
I chew my apple slowly, listening to the palinoia of jaws cracking and teeth grinding over and over again. I peer through the gall and wormwood of grime on the window pane at beech leaves fringed with frigid lace. A stain of brilliant orange burns my face, halfway between the curtain and the dipping sun. […]
And The Dish Ran Away with The Spoon
I stare into the slightly tipped silver dish of the moon and sup dreams with a runcible spoon, swallowing rocks and moon dust – no cheese – I don’t want nightmares. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads And the Moon ~ Micro Poetry Today Kerry […]
Flourish
Sun breaks skin on frozen pond, shattering milky puddles; grass glints like glass as spring mushrooms through forest floor, greeting a beetle with a thaw. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image: pixabay.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix — Lorraine 18.02.17 In Lorraine’s edition of Saturday mix – a mélange of flash prose and poetry – we […]
Winterlude
How much longer will my dark winter linger? Like trees, I drip With persistent grey. I mist rough, nugget soil, pouring ghostly oil from one leaden cloud to the next. The icy grip begins to slip when a red breast flames in an open window frame. Kim M. Russell, 2017 First image is one of […]
Lost Soul
I am a wavering moth, a dusty Hebrew character, inky like my name. I am lost in the night, fluttering and in flames but drawn towards the light. Feeding on fluff and shadows, I sleep among the living and wake up with the dead, when beating hearts are unforgiving to souls that have been bled. […]
Dark Valentine
On this chilly St Valentine’s morn, Do not give me a rose without a thorn Or even preservèd cherries bittersweet Covered in sugar and chocolate. Do not write a pretty verse inside a card, Not one from Barrett-Browning nor the bard, Or take me to a restaurant for dinner When you know I ‘m trying […]
Witnesses to a Drowning
Halyards scream with wind at waves scribbling on flat canvas of beach and fishwife screech of black-headed gulls fills hissing sails. Egrets erupt from the creek, white against dun marsh, shoved along by the gale, whirling, flickering snowflakes in a frozen sky, peering curiously at the floating face in a blizzard of white lace. Kim […]
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