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 […]
Category: Poems
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 […]
Waiting for No One
They say time waits for no one, moving on, a tractor along a furrow, turning dark soil like broken chocolate into tomorrow, rattling through the season. We, like seagulls, follow, grey-headed envoys in the air, cursing the changing atmosphere. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on http://flickrhivemind.net/Tags/gulls,tractor/Interesting My response to dverse Poets Pub Tuesday’s Poetics – It’s […]
Edelweiss
He captured her heart with his ludic smile that shone like a lantern. He cursed her heart, flambéed in edelweiss, until it crumbled in his hands. He tossed her heart, the irrevocable ashes, birdseed descendent on winter wind. Now he has no heart, looks askance at birds and friendly scarecrows, gnashing his alcohol-rotten teeth. Kim […]
A Poem Comes to Life
The white bones of a poem long for words, flesh of their existence. Wily words prick, leaving indelible tattoos on the poet’s soul, squirming onto a page, punctuated with Rorschach blots. The poet splits into three: artist, scribe and critic talk among themselves. Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: The […]
A Round of Robins
Tucked into a bowl of shallow hills, where icicles hang and chill snow spills over the valley like milk on cornflakes, is a cosy chocolate yule log cabin, home to the guardian of Christmas robins. Stoking a crackling stove with wood, she prepares a feast of woodland food: fat balls, berries, nuts and seeds to […]
Plague Pit Doloroso
Macabre plague pit like a womb, Skeletons carefully laid in rows: Dirt rained down on rotting flesh, There were no flowers And no tomb. Mass burial, only priests believed that souls were saved, A village of plague victims all buried in a huge grave. When the dying were taken to a monastery hospital, Did they […]
Shiny Red Wellies
At the beginning of December your first year was over; you had found your feet, unsteady as yet but eager to make a quick escape. You wanted to chase flakes that fell from the sky, fluttered on your eye lashes and kissed your cheeks, even after a week when snow rose to the roof, icicles […]
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