A weaver, when she has prepared her loom, Lifts and depresses threads using a comb, A rigid heddle to help create a gap And stop the cloth collapsing in her lap. She knots and loops a rainbow of design With different wools and silks, both thick and fine, Depending on the outcome of it all: […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Bluster
Spring arrives in starts and stops, a dripping tap melting winter, forming puddles, filling rivers. In the monochrome of dawn and dusk, silhouettes drip and drop, ink drawings sliding off umbrellas as a sudden blustery wind turns treetops into a roaring sea. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – Anja Bührer My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo […]
Menopause with Knobs On
Once, my black dorsal broke through undulations, glistening with the ocean. Descendants and life bask behind me, a one hundred year old granny, five tons – plenty of blubber. I gave birth to my last calf in my thirties, now there are only females and I count barnacles, an awkward Orca surfing night sweats, beached […]
Whisper of Weather
Fog obscures the path, Whispering smoke Among naked trees, Drawing everything Into its grey embrace. Dogs and walkers loom, Then fade and disappear Into its muffled eeriness. I walk on and brush away The damp and chilly trace Of foggy fingers from my face. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image by David Russell My response to dVerse […]
Through the Monastic Garden
Trudging the path between the yew trees, Those harbingers of death and sorrow, Monks’ bare feet crush the dross of berries, Poisonous, red froth between their toes. Psittacism of holy mantras Below the prickle of green branches Drowns out the twittering of sparrows, The songs of blackbird, thrush and finches. The dull clapper of the […]
Betrayal
She listened to their words, A choir of hungry birds That pecked at her heart, Pullng it apart To build a nest Within her breast. Emotions hatched, Bright eggs that cracked And split, still-birthed And trodden into earth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Literary […]
Making Tracks
by the tracks locomotive breath made them cry at goodbye she stood at the platform’s edge he was on the train Kim M. Russell, 2017 Tracks My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – January 14, 2016 Welcome back to Bastet, who has been thinking about doing a mix day of poetry and one of the various forms […]
Parapraxis
By the meagre spark of a cigarette, The scapegrace’s gang was always well met: Mealy mouthed and nicotine stained, They gathered by night but never by day. Haunting the queasy quarters of the city, The dark back alleys and the not so pretty Gelatinous overspill of late night bars, They dodged dustbins, drunks and stolen […]
Beauty and the Beast
Roads flanked with buildings merge into paths flanked with tombs, a city within a city, where the living and the dead repose in separate rooms. Among manholes and rotting flowers, the eyes of cameras find infinite traces of beauty and sometimes a beast. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
Demented Texts
Hi Mum! I just wanted to let you know I’ll be visiting you today. Hi Mum! Don’t worry if the words Get muddled up, just text. Hi Mum! I know your fingers can’t type But I need your words – any words. Hi Mum! Did your words go the same way As your memory and […]
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