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 […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
A Girl in Every Drugstore
She waited at the drugstore, cradling her Coke float, Staring at the ice – menacing berg or sinking boat? And then, there he was, all uniformed and smart, The type of guy she knew was bound to break her fragile heart, But with his hair greased back, sitting on a shiny stool, He epitomised everything […]
Prehistory in Amber
(found in an Science Alert article on research published in Current Biology) at a jumbled stall on a Myanmar market, among curios, rubies, jade and other gems, an amber trader offered an innocent stone, in which was preserved an ancient dinosaur tail of feathers and bone, frozen in a honey glow, unique specimen of a young coelurosaur, […]
Phoenix Trees
(to be read from the roots up) into a fresh spring breeze. pump pollen and on bare branches wriggle will catkins and new green leaves Soon roots and shoots. branches, slender resilient and stubborn spread storm, by a over bowled toppled, having trunks, Crumbling Kim M. Russell, 2017 Jennifer Vranes – “New Beginnings” My response […]
Chestnuts and Honesty
Lacklustre remains of chestnuts Nestle in messy mats of leaves And wind-dried crackling pods Marked by embryonic seeds. The forest floor’s fluorescent With early morning frost, Strung with brittle gossamer, Slippery with drips and trickles. The world awakes to winter bells: A glockenspiel of icicles. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – Ilmari Nen My response to […]
Curls and Sand Castles
the cat’s curled up purring in my lap in my mind’s eye a curl of butter on a Bournemouth guest house breakfast plate the bob of your curly head as you built sand castles with moats the curl of waves and your contented smile Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille The […]
Sanctuary
The promontory, a bare stone bluff, lifts its foetal dinosaur hump above the insular pub tucked into a crumbling crack in the leavings of prehistory. Under a china sky, a waymarked trail knits together threads of hills, field walls and pasture ridges, barns, farms and villages, all muddied with winter. Boots gouge rocks, imprinting scars, […]
Stardust
How wonderful it would be to catch just a pinch of stardust on a rooftop in Oslo, Paris or Berlin: a handful of micrometeorites, traces of ancient cosmic dust, falling through the atmosphere, merging with terrestrial grime and rust, tiny flakes of matter from the start of our Solar System – and wish on it. […]
Following Threads
A poem found in Science Alert in an article by Peter Dockrill in paint-laden brushstrokes fractal patterns trace cognitive changes like snowflakes self-repeating and replicating in each work of art analysing artists’ souls following flimsy threads of neurodegenerative decline Kim M. Russell, 2016 Salvador Dali’s The Basket of Bread (1926) and The Swallow’s Tail (1983). […]
Good Riddance to 2016
This last year has stolen Childhood memories, Sprayed terror like graffiti On walls of peaceful cities, Torn stars and heroes Like leaves off autumn trees, While we clung to a glass cliff In a year of tragedies. A wave of coulrophobia, Caused by the election, Was surfed by post-truth politics On a tempestuous ocean. 2016 […]
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