Crows in the boughs remind her of her distant home, the man she left behind. Perhaps he listens to the patter of the rain, the cawing of the roosting birds, and thinks of her. So alone, she lies down on her bed, her crow black eyes like stones. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2021 Image […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Swimming Wild
The evening tide is syrupy, strange ripples shivering. It laps at banks and licks salty rocks, as if it’s haunted. We dive in the river. It ties us in intricate knots. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2021 Image by Christoper Osten on Unsplash My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty We’re two-thirds of the way through […]
Throw Away Planet
We dream of fishing for stars in the oceanbut, in the cold light of day,there are more micro-plastics in the seathan stars in the milky way. Whole constellations and shoals of fishare caught in the rainbow sprayof detritus uncoiling like whales’ intestinesand landing on every beach and bay. Human’s packaging and discarded netsare evils against […]
It’s all Rubbish
I walk along flowering lanes flanked by hawthorn and gorse, and a car roars by at break-neck speed leaving a cloud of exhaust, and in the ditch they’ve chucked a pile of cigarette butts and, even worse, the remains of fast-food breakfast, plastic packaging and a dirty nappy; obviously, the child’s meal with plastic toy didn’t […]
Plum Nelly
Late sun splashes in the summer sky,flashes in the tears every time I seeplump ripe plums hanging in our tree,like the juicy ones she used to buyin brown paper bags to share with me.Their purple musk evokes a sighof scents from grandmother’s scullery;laundry in a copper, hot and bubbly,sprigs of mint, roast on Sunday,cloves and […]
A Moon Moment
I savour the momentfleeting and seldomof a full-bellied moonhovering over treesa seasonal pausereflected in the eyesof a startled fox Kim M. Russell, 17th April 2021 Free image from dreamstime.com My response to NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen Today, on the seventeenth day of poems in April, we are writing about the moon.
Spring Skeltonic
There’s blossom on the trees and the urgent hum of bees drifts on a gentle breeze that’s tickling my knees. The blackbird stopped his song, he thinks he got it wrong; he’s been silent for so long his voice is not so strong. But as the blossoms fall and bees begin to crawl, the blackbird […]
A smear of lipstick on the way out the door
Mum greeted everyone with a blooming smile,lips frosted pink, applied and blottedbefore leaving our top floor flat. I used to delve into her make-up bag,untwist precious tubes and smearmouth, cheeks and chin with colour. I learned to love carmine caressesof creamy lipstick, blotted with kisses,or left steaming on cups in restaurants. But during this pandemic […]
Cast in Bronze
A single tiny cloudin an otherwise vacant sky, the inkling of a moon –and then the birds arrive, swerving, climbing, swooping,flocking into sunset. As the gold coin dropsinto the slot of night, bird wings briefly singe,cast in a bronze tinge. Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2021 Image by Chris Sabor on Unsplash My response to […]
My name means gold
At least, that’s what a Korean guy told me, who I met in Amsterdam, when I went to buy Matcha and jasmine tea,joss sticks and a brass frog […]
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