Everything is ebbing: the sun our lives the leaves the grass the waves the mist our breaths on frosty mornings clouds and streams hopes and […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Escape to Make-Believe
facts are cold with hard edges they keep me awake at night I crave the misty blur of make-believe and fiction when imagination slips between the covers I am in another world place or time and even though they were written by another the facts are all mine Kim M. Russell, 8th November 2018 My […]
My Erewhon
Somewhere there is a world of poetry, music and stories, a concert of words playing together. This world has turned: the coconut scent of gorse that burned in the haze of a summer morning has become frosty mist that creeps across fields and dims the glow of crimson berries. I am learning to live in […]
Losing Your Head
You lost your tiny mind and the hot blood of night was a painful cure. The dark satellite of a world that’s dead to you offers only a corpse and the cold ashes of a burnt out heart. Salome’s breakfast platter offers a selection of fresh fruit, eggs over easy and a prophet’s severed head. […]
Coastal Terzanelle
The coastline is a rugged spine of cliff, its rocky ribs fall and rise with each breath of wind and wave that shifts the distant skiff. Its feet stand firm and solid in the depth of salty water tugging at its bones, ribs falling, rising with each breath. The tides have loosened roots and bits […]
Angels and Stars
Stone angels form a guard of honour outside a mausoleum door visible from the open gate where the mourners assemble and wait. Whether it’s a simple grave or tomb, when hair, nails and flesh are gone all that’s left is stardust and bone. Kim M. Russell, 1st November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with […]
Once
Once upon a North Sea cliff, fragile skeletons chalky white and ghosts of spiralling ammonites exploded by the waterside. Teased by waves and torn by tides, the behemoth spilled its insides: with salty gush and rocky rumble, the towering cliffs began to tumble. Strewn among the shells and pebbles, bleached by sun and washed by […]
Wide Windows
Writing by wide windows, I can see the earth and sky, birds and deer catch my eye. In spring, blossom flutters in the trees and the scent of honeysuckle drifts on the breeze. The cat and I watch autumn leaves and winter snowflakes fall, a spider build a cobweb and a snail leave a silvery […]
Back from the Deep
A word wrestles between twisted lips, eyes are sunken like two wrecked ships and her nose erupts from a festering face. Dragging behind her a fisherman’s net, hauntingly humming the Flower Duet, she staggers along the pitch-black shore. Studded with limpets and barnacles, lashed with seaweed and pinned with corals, she’s draped in a lacy […]
Coast
The coastline has a rugged spine of cliff, its rocky ribs rising with every breath of wind and wave that shifts the distant skiff; its feet stand firm and solid in the depth of salty water tugging at its bones to try and drag it to a salty death. The tides have loosened roots and […]
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