the mundane, the telling not showing magnify the intricacy of the small present the world through eyes that are seeing not closed to the truth but challenging all change the world through originality but never forget the world’s constantly turning evolving with new birth and creativity as long as you know that the sun is […]
Category: Poems
Pure Drops
I am delighted that another of my poems has been included in Volume 5, Chapter 11 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 11 or you can follow the link to ‘Pure Drops‘.
Sending the Sun to Bed
The sky is vacant, not a bird or a cloud in sight, just an inkling of a crescent moon – and then the sun tips into the dark slot of night in a fanfare of light before drawing dramatic drapes of purple and red and sending the majestic sun to bed. Kim M. Russell, 14th […]
Autumn Begins with a Comma
At the end of the summer Butterflies transform: Commas pause and magically become Dead leaves suspended from trees, Eventually turning, Falling into autumn. Kim M. Russell, 14th September 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: School Days, School Days, Good Ole Golden Rule Days . . . also linked to Poets United Poetry […]
Everything Stopped
The room was silent. In one fell swoop of those planes the buzz just stopped – everything stopped, everyone stared at computer or TV screens, in disbelief at what they’d seen. Everything stopped, the world stopped spinning for a moment. So far from this tragedy and yet so close to anguished faces, desperate faces, faces […]
The End and the Beginning
After the delay to summer’s end, autumn fruits and berries remind us of the taste of summer the luxurious heat the lingering light the genesis of brand new buds of spring red purple gold and brown wrapped in grey mist and the smell of leaves smoke curls from a bonfire long before the chimneys belch […]
The Beauty of Flatness
we wake each day in a flat landscape earth and sky extend to the horizon the only line breaks in this epic poem are corrugations of ridges and furrows ditches choked with waterweed and marsh woundwort’s stout pink heads birds smudge the milky welkin as they slip low over marsh and field spooked by the […]
A Sip of Charity
They say charity begins at home and to love another you must love yourself. Whether we open our hearts or we open a door, charity is a dew-filled flower on which we all can sip. Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Charity Yesterday was the International Day of […]
A Winter Forecast
I watch the mist of an autumn morning creep across the fields, shrouding the grey outline of the church and leaving a scattering of dew. In this moment I think of you still chasing dreams like a youthful robin tuning up in preparation for the spring, and me a wood pigeon with my loud and […]
Shell
it coils around a spiral illuminated with a mother of pearl shimmer a vertiginous seduction into the sea’s ear cast away like an ech- o Kim M. Russell, 1st September 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini Challenge: Camera FLASH! also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry Kerry says that this […]
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