earthy musty vanilla redolenceerupts into comforting scentsof paper inky words dreams stories poetry from past agespaper that was born in reamscut neatly into pages book weight in happy handshas a balance of coverand leaves caressed by fingers pristine dog-eared annotated abusedthe satisfying sussurus as they turnand the individual paper colour white yellowed crackling edgescrisp fresh […]
Category: Poems
I Want to Play
Backlit,by counterpointsof sunlight, harmonyof shadows, fingers merge with blackand white, releasemajor chords redand green, mournful minorsgrey and blue shifting between darkminus and lightof plus, untila sunbeam, dotted withmotes of a melody, breaks through.I play. Kim M Russell, 1st June 2024 Image by Michael Effendy on Unsplash Reworked from an old poem from 2019, a poems […]
The Sound of Goodbye
Hoverflies hum a monotone refrainin the aspen grove that hisses in the wind.Buzzards tumble, roll and spin again,their whirring wing beats chagrined.The tap-tap-tap of tree creepersand ticks in the tree trunks’ gnarlybark give a dumped lover the jitters,as goodbye hiccups and rolls into infinitylike a plaintive summons from divinity. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2024 […]
Hippy at Heart
I look back on those carefreedays of the nineteen-seventiesand smell pungent Afghan coats,see maxi skirts and knee-high boots,although I preferred to go barefoot.I loved Indian cheesecloth blouses,bangles, beads and loon trousers,bird-covered and scoop-neckedt-shirts, and velvet Biba rejects,patchouli oil, hats and mood rings,and so many other thingsthat I thought made me differentbut, of course, it was […]
Boxing Clever – a cento
Within my rooted being lies a box of green,lined with dewy moss to quench and revive,clasped onto my sea-shell collection.A self-portrait, the stones I carvedby the sea with salt in its veins,embryonic, in a cosmic womb,its dark edges are still dissolving.Wrapped around a framework of bonesoverflowing with ragtag paraphernaliaof my stumbled tumbled dreams,a hazy recollection […]
Treasure
I’ve been hunting for treasurein the junk shop of life,where siskins drip at leisurehoneyed liquid notes,and the morning daisy rises fresherthan the golden dandelion.I’ve been searching at my leisurewhere birds and insects soar and dive,and all around me find Nature’s treasure. Kim M. Russell, 16th April 2024 Image by Sue Bell on Unsplash Grace is […]
I Stood by the Lychgate
I stood by the lychgate of our parish church;confetti drifting across stony graves and crossesreminded me that I had left you in the lurch.In my satin dress, I weighed up gains and losses,but still I could not step inside the porch. The wedding car just left me standing there,my father said he’d washed his hands […]
Through Your Eyes
The beams of sunlight are palpableas they burst through the forest canopy,and I feel I am almost ableto feel the magic, Nature’s alchemy –through your eyes. With each step,you lead me by the hand into your world,a place of wonder where we stopto gaze at silver cobwebs and the curlof a russet leaf, or listen […]
Walkabout
It seems as if I have walked foreverthrough this life, on this pathfrom birth to death. Sometimes I have walked togetherwith friends and family,sometimes alone. Often the path meandered,for a while it took me off course,past woodland, pasture and meadow,past sheep, cow and horse. Now often on my walkaboutI sit down to ponder beneath a […]
A Room of One’s Own
surplus to requirementsjust over two point fourno room in the cramped flatand nowhere else to godreams to engenderI had to keep them safe, so… I found a box and put a room inside sofa surfing’s difficultbeing a burden’s worseit’s easy to lose friendseven easier to lose trustlife on the street’s dangerouspavements are cold and hardin […]
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