Joined still to her mother’s placental algebra, she solves puzzles of love, life and parabola; sucking subtractions at a withering breast, expressing equations many years suppressed. Mathematics learned at the maternal knee curves and circles into geometry. Kim M. Russell, 9th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Flight of a Bright New Poem
It germinates in the slow melody of water glinting in the shallows of the mind’s eye, the interplay of reeds and light that whisper through the open window in the dead of night. A brilliant fluorescence lifts and shifts shape into a metallic demoiselle rising in the mesmeric shimmering of wings, and the early morning […]
Unseen to the Naked Eye
In the prelude to a storm, I watch the sky bruise, hear thunder introduce lightning in a breath before it pirouettes across the sky. As the show fades into the distance, ghosts appear in a pale fluttering of moths filling the garden with clouds. Unseen to the naked eye, in the grass or in the […]
Ash Blooms
He extinguished his cigarette in her unfinished glass of gin – the ash rose to the surface, broke the meniscus and bloomed into grey flowers that reeked of tobacco. She paid the waitress and walked out of the door, leaving him with the smoky bouquet. Kim M. Russell, 5th August 2018 My response to Imaginary […]
Punctuation of Life and Death
When you lose someone, the world warps: a comma butterfly (settling on a nettle) distorts – flicks open wings to burnish, only to crisp in the sun. When you lose someone, summer colours tarnish; tastes and smells curdle like mouldy blackberries on a parched tongue, and all the while you long to hear their voice, […]
Meeting Myself
In the midst of a crowd on a city street, I feel the pavement beneath my feet and the blinding sun is in my eyes; I can’t see the faces of passers-by who jostle me with their bags and elbows and I know that it’s time I headed home. I’m passing by my favourite store, […]
Breaking the Silence
the moon greets the dawn shimmering from night’s silent well breaking the stark silence of a winter morning, a single crow calls in sleep’s dark cocoon there are sounds no one else can hear beyond the heart beat, air in lungs and surge of blood in ears from the depths of sleep, muffled ticks are […]
Missing Pieces
Earth is a puzzle of constantly changing shapes and landscapes; we are missing some pieces from the cosmic jigsaw as we spin and see-saw through space. It’s being pulled apart by the human race. How can we put our Humpty Dumpty planet together again? Kim M. Russell, 30th July 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Tree-house Terror
I search all round the garden; she wasn’t in her bedroom or the den, not lurking in the ghostly shadows of the infinite corridor. I cross the lawn, enter the copse behind the hedge covered with yesterday’s washing: sheets, pillowcases pinned to twigs instead of using washing pegs. Branches rustle, I hear giggling from the […]
The Hollow Sound of Winter
Geese fly overhead, chain-stitched in a skein by the beat of wings. The gaggle alights on a lazy wind, flowing like water into the marshes, their harsh, hollow honks onomatopoeic echoes of winter past present future. Kim M. Russell, 26th July 2018 My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night This Thursday I’m hosting […]
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