It begins to swell, the hollow brassy knell a ponderous tune in the forest gloom. An elephant bull strives in limited room: first his shoulder lifts, and the bell rumbles; then his body shifts and the bell tumbles around his neck, an extra burden, a distraction the bull can never quell. Kim M. Russell, 11th […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Azure
You took me for a drive and we pointed out the places where something added colour and texture to our life. And here we are, growing older by a river, surrounded by trees and wildlife; only yesterday, you pointed out a heron flying by. This morning, the sun is shining; I can see wood pigeons […]
A Fresh View
after the drumming of last night’s stormthis morning’s view from the windowis silvered with rain, colourshave faded – no rainbowjust gossamer threadson leaf and boughglisteningcrystalsfresh Kim M. Russell, 9th April 2022 On NaPoWriMo Day 9, I am delighted that my poem is featured as daily participant with my “breezy interpretation of Day Eight’s alter-ego prompt”. […]
Words in the Wind
I am the woman of the wind,mistress to the Aeolian king,sometimes just a sighing breeze,a Zephyr tantalising trees,or a warm-breathed siroccofresh in from Morocco,and sometimes a gale,with a strident wail,I wuther over moors and Isquabble in the sky. My vocal range is wideto suit all weather,to dissipate cloudsor gather them together. Kim M. Russell, 8th […]
Birds-Eye
Why should a journeyof a thousand miles beginwith a single step,when all I want to do is land? Why can’t I rise like a lark,swoop like an owl in the dark,or skitter like a turnstoneamong limpets and cuttlebone,dashing up and down the shoreand taking off in salt-washed air? I don’t want to use my feeton […]
Arboreal
Look for a well-endowed oak; leafless oaks feign death. Collect as many beautiful leaves as you can find. They will be your pages. Look out for a great spotted woodpecker, cocking his red-capped head and hammering the bark. That is your meter. Hug your tree. Like humans, trees find safety in numbers, and they flourish […]
Illatebrating
Hidden in a corner filled with the the dusty smell of old books and lingering yawns the weight of paper, I am nonplussed at the heaviness of words on paper held down by a paperweight and, when I fold them into corners, they gain in weight, treasures in my ink-stained hands while I illatebrate. How […]
Another poem published on Spillwords
I’m delighted to have another poem on Spillwords today.
Although I’m still on a break…
I have been writing haiku, poems, short stories and flash fiction. I just haven’t been posting anything or taking part in prompts. I do, however, have a new poem in the latest issue, Volume 9 Chapter 1, of Visual Verse. I couldn’t resist the beautiful image by Frederick Cayley Robinson or the fact that it […]
Tell Me True
My grandmother always peeled an apple with grandfather’s penknife, careful, keeping it all in one piece. I watched it twirl and curl, with a whiff of sweetness, pinched between her fingers. She taught me a rhyme, that we said every time: apple peel, apple peel, tell me true, who am I going to get married […]
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