How strange that it has cometo this. Children of hardworking mothershave been falling in the cracks between rich andpoor, while summer permeates the souls of fathersbattling the heat and storms throughoutthese heavy gunmetal days. How sweet theshift of chord from minor to major in a landof bittersweet memories, loss andan unknown future, where beggars don’thave […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Feeding Horses in the Snow
Snow spilled into her boots, over her socks, freezing her toes. She’d risen late, tricked by the shadowy darkness of snow piled up to the gutter. They would be hungry, stamping on frozen ground, their hooves a hollow sound.They couldn’t graze. Her husband had released them before work; by the time she’d crunched through the […]
Painting with Words
Each of the artist’sbrushes that bristle in potsare like the pens poisedon the poet’s desk top.Accretions of crusty paintare tiny self-portraits on the palettelike words on the poet’s pages,paper or screen, all sense distilledinto vivid marks and images. Kim M. Russell, 15th July 2024 Image by Jennie Razumnaya on Unsplash My response to the Living […]
I Dreamed of You
I woke on the edge of dawn,roused by a blackbird’s songin the first pink flush.Shadow-lit and milky-greyin the cosy embrace of blanketsand the fug of morning breath, I remembered dreaming of youand was reminded of your death. I clung to the edge of dawn.A sparkling new day had arrived,the cold, refreshing scentof dew-soaked grass waftedthrough […]
Nets of Inspiration
I tread water, in time,in my sea of consciousness,adrift in space, untilmy mermaid legs are grippedby cramps. Salt water spillsas I climb a rock to restand set myself the taskof repairing torn netsof inspiration and castthem to the waves.Some days, words slipthrough my head like silverminnows. Other days, I seemto catch a whole ocean. Kim […]
Fragments of Woodland
I remember the momentwe entered the woods:boots imprinted soil, releasing the scent of bark. I remember how the shadowsand undergrowth embraced us.The chill traced goose bumpson our skin as we brushed past rusty ferns and sodden grass,tangled in branches, kissedby leaves and brushed by fungus,and acres of trees exhaled into fragments of sky and cloud,a […]
The Known and the Unknown
I don’t play video games. My husband does and, sometimes, I watch, suspended in my space,while he controls the action in his. In Silent Hill, we shared the eerie corridors, the abandoned fairground,the empty streets of a ghost town. We searched with the protagonistfor his missing daughter, avoidedor killed zombies that roamed,and were terrified when […]
A Train Ride Home
I look back on my life,trying to find the splicebetween child and adult,and find iton a train ride home. I’m not long off the Oostende ferry,all set for a week in London;I have a poem half-done,balanced on my knees. From the open window, a sharp breezethreatens to blow it away;I tuck my notebook under my […]
My Precious
High in the dark dome, you,my late-flowering moon, becomea fully bloomed pearl, tattooedwith gossamer veins. Below,grey and white houses tumbledown the valley, spangledfor a moment by the light, untilyou are hidden by cloud,wrapped in crushed velvet.Our monthly tryst is over now;I watch you sink, heavy and slowoutside my lonely window.Come back soon,my precious moon. Kim […]
On Opening a Book
earthy musty vanilla redolenceerupts into comforting scentsof paper inky words dreams stories poetry from past agespaper that was born in reamscut neatly into pages book weight in happy handshas a balance of coverand leaves caressed by fingers pristine dog-eared annotated abusedthe satisfying sussurus as they turnand the individual paper colour white yellowed crackling edgescrisp fresh […]
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