a stony coldness plucked from a beach fills my palm and overflows into each line and groove, pulling fingers into a claw – like a ring clasping a jewel sensitive tips trace dents and pocks knocked into it by waves and rocks pebbled acne smoothed by human caress, the stroke of skin wrinkles, calluses and […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
November Poppies
the war was over her childhood sweetheart didn’t return and those blood-red out-of-season poppies bloomed each year in November Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Cherita also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry This weekend Marian brings us the cherita, a form created by […]
Eldritch
You wait for the third hoot of owl to flutter down the chimney but the only sound to gild the shadows is the silence of moonlight, broken only by the slap of feet across the kitchen floor. Through the back-door window, the wind waltzes with the willow, the one-two-three ghost steps of branches rustle on […]
Ebbing
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 […]
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 […]
