February’s about to give wayto March winds and galesthat set catkins dancing,and owls hooting and cryingtheir music of the night. But they’re creatures of air;spirits of spring are hares,boxing and leaping all overfield and hedgerow with spring fever –shadowy bookends to the working day. Kim M. Russell, 27th February 2024 Image by Mathias Elle on […]
Category: Poems
Just a Dint
Spring has dinted winter’s doom – to the delight of wind-blown clouds;little stirs in snow-stricken woods, save fragile webs. Rooks in flocks forge homeward, fresh-snapped twigs in beaks,coal-black and burnished, in branches chattering. Before March gales come galloping, graceful catkins dancebeneath a pale and partly faded, pink half-hearted sun. Kim M. Russell, 23rd February 2024 […]
Walking with Colours
Today it rained.I didn’t go for a walk,not even with my brightblue umbrella.it was too greyafter yesterday. I did the ironing instead;all the dark washing,nothing orange, pink or red,which didn’t help.But then I got thinkingabout yesterday: my neighbour’s daffodilsnodding bright yellowin short gusts,and the primroses’ pale frills,the thrustof golden crocuses, and the early quince blossomlending […]
Spring Skyline
There are few blooms in the city yet,save a misty cerise-tinged sunset; one can only imagine a haze of wetcherry blossoms defining sooty silhouettes and pinking up the skyline. Who am Ito criticise a city dweller who climbs high enough into the sky to smell the distant,violaceous lilac tree’s aromatic scent? Kim M. Russell, 15th […]
Words Above the Door
This is a space for books and words,stories and poetry live here,with enormous windows for watching birds,cats and occasional deer.The garden outside is wild and green,a space filled with shrubs and trees,while the inside breathes imagination;when you enter, a line or a poem, please,or a prayer for further creation.Bric-a-brac fills all available space,on the walls […]
(G)love Story
Enclose my hand with yourslike a glove of velvet or woolthat swallows my hand whole. Caress my tingling fingerswith the fabric of your soul,whether rough or smooth. Let me slip into every finger-hole,feel the warmthand comfort of weft and warp. Enclose my hand with yours. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Detail from Man with a Glove […]
A Stretch After Winter
Time stretches into timelessness,lifeless days under leaden skiescounting crows in a damp terrain.Morning sky is flushed with roseand evening’s much the same. But soon the sky bursts into flame.A thrush trills an early clarion calland sunlight filters through a hazeof snowdrops and catkins.Time stretches into timelessness. Striding out on a day like thisforces chilled air […]
Music of the Moorings
A sunny afternoon spent by themoorings watching boats; a smelldrifts off the water ofsun cream, lazy days and freedom,when days are long and warm,and barbecues singe gentle winds.Holidaymakers escape the limits ofsweltering city life in summer;I watch them navigate the dyke as I lingernear a patch of water lilies inthe shade of trees. I feel […]
It’s Wednesday
and this is what I know:married thirty-one years,living in a place wherebeauty is everywhere,yesterday we drovefor just over an hourpast the salt marsheson the North Norfolk coast. In an ice-blue skylapwings flash wings;skeins of geese fly overheadand a variety of ducks glideacross the briny water below. It’s a landscape of shiveringbird calls, marsh birds pouringover […]
Dancing, Naturally
A murmur of whirring wings,an eddy of starlingsconverges and separatesin the helices and pirouettesof an aerial ballet. Follow the moon and Earthas they trip a tantriclight fantastic,cheek to cheek, face to face,inhaling each other’s breath. Why let words get stucksomewhere between uswhen hands and bodies talk?Express them in movement,in the way you dance and walk! […]
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