How good and magical it would be to grow my own mirabilis tree: apotropaic holly, hazel and rowan are all quite plausible. I’d abandon all my flaws and fears, in one bald gesture quell my tears; enter a new and different age as Lucida, white tree witch and sage. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
Category: Poems
The Edge of Dawn
I’m waking on the edge of dawn, shadow-lit and milky-grey, diffused by pigeon’s wings in sun as they ascend into the day. I’m clinging to the edge of dawn, a sparkling morning has arrived, and the magic’s only just begun: mist clears from heaven’s eye, leaves snowdrop-scented dew on lawn, and daffodil trumpets breathe a […]
For all the Shattered People
He got on the train, humming an old German rock song I haven’t heard for such a long time it made my eyes sting: Sonderzug nach Pankow. Echoes of Udo’s gravelly voice in the creak and crash of station noise brought to mind all the broken people before the wall came down. In the shimmering […]
The Comet’s Tale
a comet boasted its tail was as big as the cosmos as its tale became taller it just got smaller falling fast through the atmosphere past planets and the moon until it landed on Earth somewhere in the north where it snows throughout the winter and in spring everything rises from the frozen earth in […]
Together
monochrome keepsake reflections of happy days floating on water melting into memory her voice merely a ripple in deepest shadows of dreams Kim M. Russell, 2017 Source My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night For today’s Open Link Night, which is hosted by Grace, I’m trying out a Bussokusekika, a Japanese poetic form […]
Spring Kiss
Beneath grey globules of suspended mist, in her callow youth and nakedness, Spring is waiting to be dressed. Her limbs are undernourished, scraggy and bare under the winding cloth of winter, as yet no flowers in her hair. We are drawn to the warmth of her exhaled air, her scent of early blooming heather and […]
Bus Ride through Suburbia
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 […]
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. […]
