a breath of sea air,the wind in my hair,watching a seabird drift off course,then finding its way back home; the rich purple huesof heather, the bluesof sea holly and cornflower,the electric-blue feather of a jay; the loud rumbling purrof my cats, their soft fur,the way they trust me not to movewhen they curl up on […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Avocado
The alligator pear, or avocado,has a green, leathery rindand flesh that’s soft and blanduntil you add jalapeño,a handful of chopped tomato,and a squeeze of lime. Mash it with a fork,add a splash of tabascoand you will concurthat the avocadomay have skin like an alligator,but it’s sweet and creamy as a pear. Kim M. Russell, 14th […]
flower
flow reef flowfollow flowerwolf roll lowerroll for woolreel of woewell of foolfollower of flower Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2023 Image of a wolfsbane plant by Josie Weiss on Unsplash Here’s another anagrammatic poem for Björn’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are playing with limitations in poetry.
(flawed) pirate
pirate eat a ripe peaa tripe pierip pear apartat a piera rapt riterat trap patterair arttip irate paterapt prat tripretire By Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2023 Image by Patrick Pahlke on Unsplash Björn is our host for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub and he invites us to play with limitations in […]
Village
This is a quiet village in a flat landscape,where boat sails criss-cross fieldspast old churches and windmills. There are ancient woods and trees:rowan, oak and beech,walks along a winding lane or windy beach. Just down the road horses graze and on the riverducks and swans return each year:I’m not the only one who loves it […]
Buckets
I would love to return to the seasideon a sixties time machine ride,where my sister and I used to playwith our plastic buckets and spades. I would feel the sand between my toes,watch the waves crash on the stones,and run down to the sea to fill my bucketwith water to pour in our sandcastle’s moat. […]
Elegy for a Gentle Soul
Without a grave where, lonely, I can weep,an urn or box of ashes I can keep,her soul lives on in photographs and songsshe used to sing when I was very young,the ones I loved to hum to my own child,and hum them still while walking in the wildand windy autumn lanes, wet-eyed with griefand almost […]
Moving
If I were a tree, I would not considermoving, my roots firm in soil,beneath green grass in summerand in autumn a leafy litterof russet, amber, umber, ochre. If I were a snail, I’d carry my home,followed by a silver trail,free to wander and to roamacross tarmac, stone and loam,sheltered by my spiralled dome. But I […]
Vs, Ws and Xs
On my first much-needed walkin a few weeks, a heron, statue-still,sat guard by the bridge – untilI took out my phone for a shot, and it slow-winged up and overthe dyke. Down the muddy lanethere were deep red berries,and overhead the clamour of geese flying in v, w and xformations, criss-crossing the sky.They left me […]
Beauty Hides in a Cupboard
Yesterday I cleaned out cupboardsinstead of organising words. I removed the pots and pans,checked that they were spick and span, and placed them on the work top.I marvelled as bubbles appeared in soap and water when I dipped a cloth into the bowl,laughed when a bubble sparkled, whole, and floated up towards the ceiling.Wiping hard, […]
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