I wear a silver totem on a chain, another on an heirloom brooch; when I’m low and see a dragonfly hovering on the water’s edge among water lilies, reeds and sedge, I think of grandmother’s spirit and, shimmering with joy and light, my transformed soul takes flight and I become myself again. Kim M. Russell, […]
Category: Poems
Dipping
in crystal streams that brim with exquisite clarity streaked with fronds of weed children with nets for sticklebacks and water boatmen dip into the mysteries rainbow trout and biplane dragonflies shimmering like electricity shimmering like electricity and biplane dragonflies rainbow trout dip into the mysteries for sticklebacks and water boatmen children with nets streaked with […]
Lovely As
A poem lovely as flight is when I can follow the light of sun, moon or stars, navigate the earth’s magnetic field, exploring new paths revealed like a bird, and always know my flyway home. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: A Poem Lovely As […]
Union Jack
A contentious piece of cloth, with its overlay and interplay of saintly crosses, is so officious and proud in its red, white and blue, curling its tail against the winds of change. When it stands together with a commonwealth of banners, it waves on the skies of the world*. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 […]
Two Summer Gogyohka
dusty flints crunch underfoot rusty orange butterflies dance down a stony lane long hot days deep blue skies still and windless following the sun until it goes down Kim M. Russell, 12th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #45 Gogyohka, a modern way of writing/creating tanka, also linked to Poets United Poetry […]
Artist in a Suit
I have an ekphrastic poem, which might well be the thirtieth one, in Volume 5, Chapter 10 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 23 or you can follow the link to ‘Artist in a Suit‘.
A Plea to Poseidon
I ignore big ships silently trudging the horizon, scan the weathered citadel of seabirds, guano island, bleached and weather-worn, sharp as the eye teeth of a siren, the stench hovering like halitosis. Oh Poseidon! Send us rain to percolate the rockscape, moon and stars to embellish the seascape. Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2018 My […]
Mother’s Algebra
Joined still to her mother’s placental algebra, she solves puzzles of love, life and parabola; sucking subtractions at a withering breast, expressing equations many years suppressed. Mathematics learned at the maternal knee curves and circles into geometry. Kim M. Russell, 9th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild […]
Flight of a Bright New Poem
It germinates in the slow melody of water glinting in the shallows of the mind’s eye, the interplay of reeds and light that whisper through the open window in the dead of night. A brilliant fluorescence lifts and shifts shape into a metallic demoiselle rising in the mesmeric shimmering of wings, and the early morning […]
Unseen to the Naked Eye
In the prelude to a storm, I watch the sky bruise, hear thunder introduce lightning in a breath before it pirouettes across the sky. As the show fades into the distance, ghosts appear in a pale fluttering of moths filling the garden with clouds. Unseen to the naked eye, in the grass or in the […]
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