The quacking and chuckling of ducks and ducklings leads to the meadow, among the stones and grasses just where the gurgling river passes in its sinuous windings. Rapid water purls, not just between the banks but into ponds and ditches, fields and streams, and the convulsive weir pool where I stop to dream and breathe […]
Category: Poems
let’s get away…
to an archipelago that dips low and green in the silken blue of the sea let’s wander along cliffs that fall sheer and grey down into a bay where granite sand glints between stones seashells and bleached fish bones let’s build a castle on a deserted beach with a moat that only waves can breach […]
What if…
words gradually disappeared erased from the paper of memory the sun and moon lost their shine flowers their scent there was no taste of honey there were no colours no abstract noun for the feeling I get when you smile at me there was no name to call out from the depths of a night- […]
Adage Adagio
Wisely and slow; they stumble that write fast and wisdom or music from their words escapes. Steady keeps the pace; if you slow down, you notice words you never heard before. Slow as a simile, stanzas don’t grow on busy sheets of paper and a rolling rhyme gathers no metre. In other words: more haste […]
Norfolk Rarebit
In the early years of marriage, North Norfolk winters were harsh. We huddled together in a draughty cottage, where the sash windows rattled throughout the night. Under pitch-black skies full of stars, we’d walk the dog along the coast and up the dunes to the haunted pub for a drawn-out pint before closing time. Dizzy with […]
Caught
Shaded dusty paths cut undergrowth tideway below tangles of branches and dapplings of leaves. Trees strike poses, dipping and sky-pointing like gigantic waterfowl in a wandering wind. Overhead sunlight bursts and splashes like whitecaps bubbling and cresting, majestically burning, caught in the teeming flood of forests’ chlorophyll blood. Kim M. Russell, 24th August 2018 My […]
In the Street of the Sky – a quadrille
Audacious night is out there scattering poems again like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars, all over the street of the sky. Full of wonder, at the open window, all I can do is watch carefully in case night accidentally drops one in my lap. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
A Beautiful Place
In the frosted light of a moon-horned night, the world is beautiful; with each new sunrise in the endless skies, the world is beautiful; in field and woodland, marsh, moor and farmland, the world is beautiful; wherever rain percolates soil, rivers, seas and lakes, the world is beautiful. But wherever humans tread on this planet, […]
Because Because Because
Because I was made up of so many parts, you added to me over time and couldn’t see the real me. Because you left me standing over there, coated in rusting tin, you never knew the real me. Because you wouldn’t give me back my heart I’m going to chop my way out of this […]
Impending
Copper acres turned to tinder below the cloudy bowl gorged with the soundless majesty of cumulonimbus and cumuli. Even the swifts had left the sky, and with them summer; no more shapes like black boomerangs on a breaking-wave horizon. It swelled gradually, a black migraine of a thunderstorm, a tight black bubble fit to burst […]
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