I stride along a frostbound road, eager to watch the dawn unfold these creased and crumpled fields; hasten due east, towards the tight crack of the horizon squeezing out a gorgeous blood red sun, a genesis – a birth at the very edge of earth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Photograph by David Russell My […]
Category: Poems
Through the Keyhole
I catch a kudoclasmic glimpse Through the keyhole of life, Like naked bodies in a window, Seen out of the corner of the eye From the top deck of a bus, Or a timid sparrow in a shaft of light. I somaticize aberrant emotions, Electrified with pain. An aching wisdom tooth, A tightened deadbolt, I […]
Brew
She takes so much trouble With her stardust and her bubbles, Stirring pollen and feathers, Boiling them together With hints and dark suggestions: To magnetise emotions Into marital devotions While she remains alone, Stirring her copper cauldron. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #193 “Collage 35”
Eating Poetry
The mille-feuille pastry of a freshly baked poem crumbles at the ferocity of the pen, fragile flakes fly, dotting pages with sugar, a sweetness that may turn stale if we try to savour it for too long. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest I’m hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at Imaginary Garden with […]
Three Daisies
three daisies in a broken vase all that’s left of a life snuffed out on a mussed up rug with a jagged knife three daisies that’s what he brought her declaration of his love but they found a shopping bag with a blood-stained glove three daisies graced the broken corpse salt tears ran left a […]
Ramshackle
Pitiless tides crash down crumbling cliffs, monuments of earth, chalk and stone, tossing grey-headed gulls like ramshackle skiffs amongst shattered shells and broken bones. Tattered terns gyre between columns of wind, soaked and salted by anarchic waves, battling the air with drowsy wings like ragbag, blustering buccaneers. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest […]
Snow fell…
Snow fell during the night, fresh and bitter, scattering glitter, exhaling biting winds perfumed with winter. This morning we marvelled at icicles and ice flowers on the window and tingled with the chilly thrill of a season all in one day. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open […]
Radical
Scientists and builders envision a future skyscraper that devours smog: free radicals will mélange mist and fog, metaphor murk and mêlée confusion into melancholy morasses and disperse them into the sky as mellifluous gases. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics – Verbify Me! Also linked to […]
Awakening
Like a pupa I struggle from my bed, still wrapped in the pleonasm and images of butterfly dreams. Pinned to the mattress, trapped by a searing ray of sunlight poking its nose through the curtains, I grab the triptych of the day and pull it open. Mice nibble at my toes – I ward them […]
Hubbub
Amongst my brain’s circuitry and conscious lucidity, are crepuscular spaces invaded by voices of the unborn and half-fledged. Poetic words worm and edge, scritch-scratching senses into phrases and sentences; ragged nightmares and dreams into outfits with hems and seams; proper poems with lines and stanzas; sonnets draped with velvets and organzas, haiku and tanka wrapped […]
