A sleek, high-spirited swallow, shadow plays among low- hanging branches of cedar, a songsmith and a seeder searching for a mate, a good omen cartwheeling as if he’d never left the Norfolk sky. Feet planted in the long grass, here in the garden stand I in a billowing green daze, thinking of warmer days, more […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Capricious May
May is capricious, the garden is luscious, bathed in soft sun, daisy and dandelion- spattered. Sky turns bruised plum, sweetly congeals cloud jam, a chiff-chaff’s half-hearted call warning of imminent rainfall. Warning of imminent rainfall, a chiff-chaff’s half-hearted call sweetly congeals cloud jam. Sky turns bruised plum, spattered daisy and dandelion bathed in soft sun, […]
Aporia Avenue
Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage we did not take; instead we took the avenue of apathy, moonful children exploring half-hearted graveyards with lichen-covered stones over row upon row of mouldering bones. What was at the end of the passage, the one we did not take? A message of hope, a future of […]
My new job title is…
Infant Inspirer: I’m a singer of songs and narrator of stories, bouncing and rhyming on Wednesdays and Thursdays. I count ducks on my fingers and pigs on my toes, bringing poems and music wherever I go. Kim M. Russell, 10th May 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Rommy’s Challenge: Job Title Rommy […]
H2O
Although chemistry remains a mystery to me, I love the combination of hydrogen and oxygen: liquid that flows and trickles and drips, fills lakes and oceans, floats ships, quenches thirst and washes clean, sparkling foam, currents and waves, and the way the invisible […]
Loss
Yellow catkins drip from grey willow, catch early morning light through mist. Another season dwindles like smoke or ghosts of long-lost family and friends, and drifts away with my self-worth, my memory, the agility of mind and body. Yet I am are still learning, in my nostalgic yearning, to become untethered like a boat and […]
Muddle
From an untidy, disorganised muddle, we unpick poems, cuddle them close until they breathe. In a cluttered, haphazard jumble of thoughts and ideas, words tumble and line up themselves up cleaving imagery into stanzas, weaving poetic sanity from knots and tangles of the mind. Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Layering
Spring has come in layers, from the first swallows of the year drawing fresh lines through still air and busily nesting in eaves, to carpets of flowers, fragments of sky among nettles and grass, and the honeyed murmur of bees. Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2018 A sunny Sunday morning has inspired this little poem […]
Spring Barter
Spring stalled in her tracks, silencing birds, wasting late-flowering catkins and shrivelling bramble leaves. As she bartered for a little […]
Getting Wild with Crows
I want to strut with crows, stomp and kick the rows of neatly turned furrows in a field freshly harrowed. I want to scribble and scrawl on geometric shapes with crayons of ploughed-brown, corn-green and yellow oil-seed rape. Bring on the vivid hues so we can fly among the blues and splash inky shadows on […]
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