It emerges like a blush from variegated leaves, a beauty hidden in a bush beneath overhanging eaves. Its petals radiate scarlet and the whole plant exudes the intoxicating scent of harlot, earthy and a little rude, with citrus zest and peppery hot, a geranium blooming in a pot. Kim M. Russell, 5th September 2019 My […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Reading Together
We get to know each other first, talk about books and reading until some children are fit to burst, they’re so keen to find out what I’m offering. I take out a book and the child says ‘Easy!’, explores the cover, reads the title, explains what they think it’s all about, and then we read […]
Crow at the Castle Gate
There is no lonelier spot than the castle on the moors, hung over with scudding cloud where a lone tattered crow soars. As it guards the castle gate it utters raucous caws, eyeing the path with a shiny eye while sharpening beak and claws to pick at the first stars of twilight, a shadow unzipping […]
Nibbling the Edge of Summer
I’m a grey squirrel, loveable in my autumn frenzy, gathering sustenance for the coming season. You are content to observe me scampering in gardens and parks, flying from branch to branch, leaping from path to bench, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You laugh as a scurry of clouds devours the sky, grey squirrels nibbling the azure until […]
Feline Mystery
Sometimes, the mystery of a cat lies in the luminescence of its eyes, the blue, green or amber sparks as it finds its way home in the dark. At other times, it’s the touch of a whisker as it passes by without a whisper. Through an open window, there’s a whisper of leaves in the […]
Autumn Stirring
In the lengthening shadow of summer’s hinterland, leaves are already yellow and their dusty weariness is beginning to show. Counting the days that empty with their falling, tattered and brittle, they know they must go. Kim M. Russell, 29th August 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: Fill The Empty Parts […]
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In a graveyard of crumbling bones, lichen blemishes untended stones, erases brief life stories of the dead waiting for the world to turn back. Their remains have succumbed to worm and maggot, but their souls still dwell in established heartlands and monuments, splashed with light that shifts with overhanging leaves, are touchstones for the afterlife […]
Castle on the Knoll
My Norman walls have overseen the bustling market for centuries. I’ve witnessed war and rebellion, wealth and famine, the flourishing of Norwich as a fine city. I harbour ancient treasures, chronicle the lives and times of citizens: some were imprisoned in my dungeons, while others hung from my walls for all to see. Ghosts linger […]
Looming
This year, high summer has cast a tidal wave of rhetorical bullshit. We swim in an ocean of it. It’s smeared over every beach, masking the sweet scent of sunscreen with its bitter stink until nothing’s left of August’s decadence. Sunny holidays disappear into autumn shadows, night falls far too soon, and the stench of […]
Water
the words of water having no punctuation flow around pebbles and rocks wearing down to silt words roll from ripples pop from bubbles and sparkle in foam and crystals forming sub-zero dirges words melt into spring filling ditches and gutters gurgling and splashing with the plump plopping of dew and rain dripping and dropping Kim […]
writing in north norfolk 