in the hollow of a halo of fresh snow on the willow a lone crow echoes oh how cold this frost-bound sound Kim M. Russell, 25th October 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Winter Sumana says that, in the place where she lives, winter’s brief entry is most welcome: the nip in […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Necklace of Lights
An old-fashioned red London bus takes me back to childhood’s sleepy night-ride home from my grandparents house: sitting between Mum and Dad, bare legs on fuzzy seats, folding concertinas of paper tickets, hypnotised by the perfume of exhaust, rumble of engine, and the window’s black and empty gaze. I believed the stars – obscured by […]
First to Arrive
Under the eye of the station clock she begins to pace, scans for a familiar face, eyes the pigeons pecking at breakfast croissant crumbs demolished at her feet. Too early or too eager, embarrassed when she finally sees him in the surge of crowd. Kim M. Russell, 22nd October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
10th October 1992 (unplugged)
(a traced poem inspired by ‘Moment’ by Carol L. Gloor) At the moment of our reunion, I am cooking vegetarian lasagne. No meat, no male scent in this house of females, only the exhaust of distance. I hadn’t seen you in twenty years. I recognised you, the younger you I left behind. I am back from […]
Coming home…
late in the afternoon, I walk down an empty street when, at my feet, a russet leaf drops – and so does the wind. Like me, it settles into its October stillness, tired and sober, fading into twilight, slipping on the night. Kim M. Russell, 19th October 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real […]
Cornucopia
Trees change the hues of their dresses ready for the seasonal striptease, while evergreen holly bushes drip with blood-red berries in hedgerows strung with witches’ necklaces and dotted with tufts of old man’s beard. Birds and other wild creatures rejoice at such abundance of food and colour, the quintessence of harvest cornucopia. Kim M. Russell, […]
Reflections on Rotten
Lemon brashness softens and blooms into the livid greens and blues of a mouldy citrus bruise. Once it was firm and glossy, oiled with fruity essence; it has become its own reflection, silently exhaling spores that dance a tango with a fading summer scent. Kim M. Russell, 16th October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Skulled
Grassy scree sweeps, a crumpled quilt on windblown moors, broken only by thistles like globe artichoke heads and a sole skull, once warm and woolly but now long dead – no skeleton, the only backbone formed by distant tors. Bowing stiffly before the threatening gale, sedge clumps hiss and escaping hoverflies hum a monotone refrain. […]
October Sonnet
I look out on a bright October day, bewitched by wanton sun and shadow-play. The blush of autumn spreads its leafy hues and drips its blood in scarlet vesicles. Horse-chestnuts, heavy-laden, start to rust, their tumbled conkers lying in the dust; with spiny shells, some squashed and some half-split, they wink the brown eye of […]
Owl Talk
By the light of a quince-bright moon a pair of snowy owls flew low and silent, newly arrived from frost-bound wastes, feathers invisible against a silver birch, hungry for a taste of fresh mice and voles. In an ancient ash, a tawny owl, swivelled its head, blinked its eyes and hooted long and low, a […]
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