Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Bird Seasons
Spring’s symphony is longover. Birds that filled everytree and bush with songare now hushed,and the dawn chorusis stifled by long hot days. A garden chiffchaffgives a final flourish,knowing that autumnand then winter will rushin, only in a matter of weeks,on a lonely crow’s cawand a tawny owl’s shrieks. Kim M. Russell, 15th August 2023 Image […]
All Grown Up Now
I’m delighted to announce that not only is the book version of my pamphlet, All Grown Up Now, available to pre-order on Amazon, but also the Kindle version, for which the link is: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CDWF1N4Y I’m also excited about the Zoom launch, which is scheduled for 6pm GMT on 26th August 2023. More information to follow.
A Riff on Infatuation
I have fallen in love with dragonflies, vicious predators that make me look a fool. I watch for dragonflies, and feel like a fool, transfixed by their buzzing and spangling. How those devil’s darning needles keep spangling! I love to watch them hover and flicker but summer light will soon begin to flicker, and the […]
My first poetry pamphlet
I am pleased to announce that, in collaboration with Ingrid of Experiments in Fiction, my first poetry pamphlet will be launched on 26th August. More information to follow.
Jasper’s Stone
He still has it in his car, the stone Jasper chasedacross the tide-flattened sand, his dog-tongue lolling,tail wagging and ears flapping, splashing in the waves;it keeps him alive for us, a little longer. Kim M. Russell, 13th July 2023 Laura is our host at dVerse Poets Pub this Thursday, where we are meeting the bar […]
Limerence
I am an unripe field with scarlet seepingthrough green stalks, a stain of fluttering blooms studded with the teary aftermathof warm summer rain. I take your breath and set your world on fire. Just one glanceis all it takes for you to fall. One close dance means that you are in my thrall, and I […]
Three Things
Little tiger Mojo won’t go beyond the corkscrew willow, while I wander to the end, to the garden gate, lean against the warm wood and watch a boat bob, tethered by a frayed rope that clink clink clinks. The long grass beneath the silver birch is a mass of dots, forget-me-nots and pink weeds the […]
Rebuff
He leads her to a sea of oilseed rape, his hushed words warn her not to make a sound. Her trusting eyes are wide, her mouth agape, as butterflies of many hues astound. He begs her listen to the gushing stream, to watch for river birds and frisking otters; he shows her silver trout and […]
Strains of Billie
It’s a quarter past three on a Sunday morning. Darkness sits heavy as a blanket. It’s waiting for first light to seep through night and gently lift it. Strains of Billie Holiday curl into a hug of raspberry tea steam from my favourite mug. The cats have been fed and husband is tucked up in […]
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