My fifty-fifth long ago disappeared In the rear-view mirror. Another birthday looms mirrorless – unless I can find a looking-glass that zooms in and out, magnifies my cuckoo soul, the one with the glow, gorgeous and free of blemishes. Old age crosses the road slowly, turning to smile knowingly, making me wait at life’s crossing. […]
Category: Poems
Muted Blackbird
Quintessence of fluting blackbird’s gone; at sunrise, golden-beaked jet-black throats no longer sing, though summer’s in full swing. Kim M. Russell, 15th July 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Tricube – also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry Marian is back in the Garden this weekend with Fussy Little […]
Harbinger
A glimmer of sky is reflected in its eye, echoing with the raw and ragged corvine caw, reminding us of misty dawns, morning breath of autumn yawns and branches bristling with jet feathers as the harbingers of winter flock together. Kim M. Russell, 12th July 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic […]
Summer in Metropolis
The metropolis blooms in wavy heat among paving stones, glass and concrete sprouting with brightly coloured leisure-wear, and parks are littered with deckchairs, where office workers burn like toast as they unfold on the grass to roast. Ties are discarded in the office, water fountains and coolers promise a sparkle in after- noon aridity for […]
Dragon Hunting
Down by the green and weed-choked lake, among pungent soil and undergrowth, rotting wood, irises and lilies, is the breathtaking kingdom of dragonflies with their large, iridescent eyes and delicate, dazzling, vivid wings, It must be the sunniest part of the day: they need the sun for energy to zip and dart in jerky flight, […]
Catalogue of Illusions
She flicks through her central inner catalogue, the one engraved on her heart, and counts shattered illusions, the brevity of lovers, how quickly they depart. Ignoring her staccato cris de coeur, no empathy for a woman like her, those masterful money-makers – when it comes to the bedroom – have no finesse, their lovemaking’s nostrum. […]
Morning
Light like fresh linen breezes into morning, pours its luminescence through lacy blinds and splashes sparkles on a sleep-creased face. It’s a dawn blessing, a tea and toast embrace, and a kiss goodbye to night. Kim M. Russell, 7th July 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! also linked to Poets United […]
By the Moorings
At the bottom of the garden, just beyond the gate is a perfect, peaceful bench where I can sit and wait in the company of dragonflies, swans and their faithful mates. Soothed by sun-spangled water, hypnotised by boats, I anticipate a flash, a kingfisher flame to skitter low and coruscate, bubble and ripple in the […]
Karma
In the machinations of the cosmos, we’re on Earth below and high above us a silver lunar eye and swirling stars. We expect the unexpected, even when we know seasons must come around again in Nature’s karmic puppet show. Comedy or tragedy, she writes the rules in moon-silvered chalk; she sings the songs while we […]
Lazy Days
The air is intense and fragrant with meadowsweet and elder, the burn of summer a reminder that everything is changing. Seasons will always come and go, the moon and love will wax and wane, giving us another reason to lie down in green meadows, breathe in the sweet trickle of bee-kissed honeysuckle and slumber lazy […]
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