Night populates the city, black ink spilling over pavements, splashing quiet corners, filling squares and parks, water- falling down the riverbank, soaking a couple as they hurry from one island of sodium light to another, across the Love Bridge, an anchor for younger hearts padlocked to railings. On the far bank, night is celebrated with a candle-cake […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Spring Madness
after months of darkness shivering under winter’s harness hope blossoms in the trees spring wafts on the breeze as she transports her flounder back to where she found her beached by a turbulent wave floundering in a sandy grave she rescued Neptune’s daughter and kept her in a globe of water until after months of […]
Afternoon in Wroclaw
Autumn sepia-tints gathering clouds copper: at three o’clock the day is already drawing curtains on a red and white chimney rising from the other bank of the Oder, piercing the horizon, its smoke a white wind sock frozen while the weather takes a breath. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
The Meeting of the Ways
How many poets and songwriters Have written about the parting of the ways? What about the time when they first meet, When eyes lock, lips touch, fingers tangle As you wander together down the same street? The only signs you need are body language, Exploration of thought and tongue, Locked in a metaphysical conversation Where […]
Acedia
I wallow like a walrus In my laziness, Unable to work or play Or even pray, Scrawling somatic lingua franca On the walls of my acedia. I remain in front of the television, Ignoring my friends’ derision, Watching soaps from the Antipodes. When the doorbell rings, I pull myself to my knees, Uncoil my spine […]
At About Six O’clock
I watch morning creep through the blind, a peeping tom or sneak thief invading our room. You are still a shadow hunched in the middle of the bed, soothed by the loud ticking of the clock imitating the rhythm of heavy rock, while I savour sizzling silence. I pad barefoot down the stairs to feed […]
The Seafarer’s Garden – Reprise
Merged in a wash of blatant blue, Ocean and sky meet in a kiss, The seafarer surveys the view, Standing alone in private bliss That slopes down to a steep cliff’s edge, Scattered with feverfew and sedge, Where each brash dahlia tempts a bee. But a sailor cannot forget the sea: Like ships’ masts coming […]
Doll Phobia
in the dank cellar a distillation of fear seeps from dusty vials moulding into the vile tang of pink plastic with its sardonic grin staring with marbly eyes that blink knowingly in quirky silent movie motion © Kim M. Russell, 2016 – Andre Govia My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #139 and shared on Imaginary Garden with […]
Beached in the Library
I admit it, I’m a bibliotaph; I can’t bear to give books away, Craving their mute, faceless pages And the familiar aroma Of their guts That reminds me of tidewater – Fake memories on a breeze – With a hint of wisteria. I step up to the shelf and it occurs to me That I […]
Go n-éirí an bóthar leat
Amongst night-black Blanket bogs and silver-green Crags that thrust towards the welkin, Dull flanks of split stones Ever reaching Field to field, Glimmer with quartz in the low light’s spill. Helter-skeltering on ragged Inky wings down the wintry chill, Jackdaws splash the sun, off Kilter, in and out of cloud shadows. Long lanes tip up […]
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