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 […]
Category: Poems
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 […]
Hollow
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 […]
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 […]
