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.
Category: Poems
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 […]
Traces of an Elephant’s Tears (Empathy)
I feel the tears, although there is only a trace now. Just like the baby elephant, alone in the zoo, abandoned with only a memory of the mother it will never forget. And what about the mother’s tears? The tears of the herd? It is not absurd that my maternal instinct rears in despair at […]
14th April 2021 (I may be two days late but I got there finally)
Roused by the brightening of dawn’s light,after the phantoms of the night, a thought stirs in a waking mind,free from the plague of humankind. Like birds, we have been set free to fly,small flocks of shadows in the sky, still masked, but no longer in isolation,with a muffled sigh of liberation. Kim M. Russell, 13th […]
Consuming the Planet
Like Earth, so much is round:apple, orange, peach,each with its core, pip, stone,gathered from branch and ground.Sun, moon and planets,all are circular and in orbit.The life of an animal is a cycle:birth, growth, reproduction, death,gnawing flesh and bone with teeth.And poets take their knivesand forks and table etiquette,and consume the planet,regurgitating it back onto the […]
There’s a lot you don’t know about gnats
So wicked are these summer larvae,with their sun-blessed insect wings,swarming the cemetery, suckingblood like vampires of the day. But you are not to know or carethat they travelled here through time,tiny chrononauts buzzing in your eara warning from a future clime. Kim M. Russell, 12th April 2021 Free image found on 123RF My response […]
A poem on the Katzenworld Blog
The lovely humans at Katzenworld have kindly published my poems ‘Feline, on their blog today. You can read it here: https://katzenworld.co.uk/2021/04/08/purrsday-poetry-feline/?fbclid=IwAR34kvvthpUrtyyDEJpXlgO0EyDgfK9LwQfpHJSQe8C30qoAv8Qy9oEI7Gw .
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