Twisted strands of silent bangles, Bloody hands from knots and tangles, Slung and tied, she is suspended Vertically, rolled and upended In an age-old circus trick On a rope tensile and thick, She slips up fibres like a snake Up vines, praying they will not break. Kim M. Russell, 2016 – Natalia Drepina My response […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Crime Passionnel
The sound of knife on fabric, Like a jackboot on glass, Echoed the stroke of impatience Around the tram terminal, Where the suspicious eyes of the rum cull Spotted the perfumed familiar gloss Of his tragic, unfaithful mistress In a passel of prospective lovers. On her face, a blue and purple discolour As she lay bleeding […]
Adorable
They named you Casper, friendly little ghost discovered off the Hawaiian coast, hula dancing and egg laying among the stems of dead sponges manganese-anchored to the muddy ocean floor, which you colonise and clean, digging among minerals. How could you know how valuable and dangerous your high-tech metal farm could be, so remarkably deep under […]
Birth of an Ice Cloud
Ice clouds are born as crystals created from water vapour attracted to individual small atmospheric particles: a microbe or volcanic ash, pehaps. The process known as ice nucleation is the formation of wispy cirrus clouds that hang where temperatures are low and humidity is high in an otherwise clear sky. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image […]
A Foggy Christmas Eve
On the eve of Christmas, fog and darkness clotted, carriage horses plodded, following disembodied flares down narrow streets. On the eve of Christmas, ancient church bells muttered as first snowflakes fluttered, and invisibly stuttered out the hours in muffled beats. On the eve of Christmas, with baubles and overpriced dolls, drums and sugar mice bright […]
Cold Hands
Your hands were always cold, my dear, Despite temperature and weather, The only time they warmed, my dear, Was when we were together, When you put your arms around my waist And intertwined your fingers. I can feel your breath upon my cheek, The scent of you still lingers, But now there’s only icy hands, […]
Amphetamine Alice
She had a greed for speed, amphetamine avarice, barefaced wildness and her name was Alice. Her sandpaper voice was a relentless screech, a tidal swash and swill that echoed down the beach. Alice tripped through life in a sanguine reverie, believing that the fourth rule would keep her spirit free. She didn’t give zilch for […]
Echoes of Twilight
On the air, the taste of frost; breath of wood smoke and tang of leaves are suspended in twilight. A full moon reaches out to touch reflections splintering the white, tinged with bright lights of Christmas trees. Twinkling through the streetlight’s glow, intimate lamps of home remind us that its time to make our way. […]
Gemstone Winds
Beyond the Solar System, in the Cygnus constellation, a hot Jupiter orbits, enormous, gaseous planet of intense light and heat locked face to face with its parent star in space. Colossal clouds of corundum, a ruby and sapphire conundrum of unimaginable tone, are blasted by fickle, violent winds, hot as hell and cool as diamonds. […]
Outside My Front Door
outside my front door frost-bittten weeds wither between the gravel bashful birds flit in and out of a thorny hedgerow tendrils of woodbine intertwine with creeping ivy and wrestle with a fence festooned with a tracery of gossamer and silver snail spoors Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 96 […]
writing in north norfolk 