Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog, Between the trees, behind the fence, Past a woman walking her dog, Clipping the heels of wing-tipped gents. They stopped below a lone street lamp, Waiting for someone in the sulphurous glow, Impatient stamping in the cold and damp: Prelude to a tentative hello. Enveloped in overcoat and a […]
Category: Poems
Spring Sirens
Titanic waves dash shallow dunes, Whipping marram and couch grass Into whistling spring-tide siren tunes. Surges pulverise heaven and earth And sculpt the beach into a curve. The suicidal tidal moon surfs Across the restless sea and laughs As cottages tumble down the street Shore bound, where the elements meet, And disintegrate in gushing foam: […]
Precious
Rubies leached from sunlight disappear into the night- dark shadows of the sea. Red is the first colour absorbed by seawater. Diving in those depths, undisturbed by boats and nets, they are dragons of the sea. Red is the first colour absorbed by seawater. Riding the ocean’s swell, twirling their curly tails, they are bright […]
Magic Words
When I’m safely cuddled up on a grown-up’s lap, I listen to the secret words that they often whisper in case a wicked witch is near, in the dark where she can hear. Words like once upon a time or the chorus of a nursery rhyme carry me off to other lands, to fairy wings […]
Weaving
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: […]
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 […]
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