At peep of morning I hear the soft pad of a poem on the bedroom floor. A darker shadow sharpens in the gloom of my room and jade gems burn amber in strengthening beams of light. Verbs of velvet paws, sharp nouns and adjectives of claws swipe and glint at dust motes forming into stanzas. […]
Emergence
That weakening old man winter still clings, a spectral presence on the river, dispersing opaque drops that shiver in the breath of a youthful spring breeze. The burgeoning season sings, a sonorous voice in shrubs and trees, chuckling and sparkling on the water, bubbling to a crescendo of simmering sunshine reflected in a swathe of […]
Beginnings
It’s a time of fresh beginnings now, green sap pulses in verge and bough, melting remaining morning rime: grass stands to attention by breakfast time. Invisible crayons colour in flowers and scribble blossom in naked bowers, transforming monochrome to pastel tones: sun breathes warmth into soil and bones. Boisterous birds have banished winter quiet with […]
Twinkle
I read in a report only yesterday about a study of the Milky Way, in which scientists listen to stars as they quake. Oscillating and flashing with energy, they chime like bells in a cosmic belfry, ringing the rhymes of a stellar nursery. Shimmering with a stardust lustre, playing the music of an ancient cluster, […]
Sea Shadows
The sea is a shadow washing the shoreline, filling in dents and scavenging sand, drowning dunes in beach foam and brine. The sea is a shadow chasing along the strand, shattering shells and scattering stones, casting its treasures on the bleak hinterland. The sea is a shadow of clamours and moans, a sobbing soliloquy borne […]
Spring Tease
branches are still bare no leaves, blossom or spring scent tantalising plum Kim M. Russell, 2017 Old Plum image found on Pinterest, originally pinned from metmuseum.org My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 22nd 2017 plum blossom This week Chèvrefeuille says it’s spring and the plum starts to bloom everywhere around us, so […]
Babel
Heated squeaks pierce the twilight – bats again, with their different calls echoing off trees and walls. After the long silence of hibernation, they have found voices to argue, I imagine, about personal space and food. Who wouldn’t, after hanging so close together for the duration of a cold winter? Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image […]
Two poems in The Drunken Violet Review
The February/March issue of The Drunken Violet Review has been posted today and it features excellent writing and photography by talented poets and artists, as well as two of my unpublished poems. It is well worth a look so please follow this link: https://thedrunkenvioletreview.wordpress.com/category/febmar-2017/
Peregrine
Scimitar wings cut through the air: falcon of kings watching, a silent movie villain twitching his black moustache. Dark and angular, this fearsome hunter hangs motionless. Tail clenched, closing wings into a stoop, he bullets towards his prey, banks and shoots away out of sight. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response […]
Spring Alchemy
lovers’ alchemy spring gilds the ordinary lovelight of the heart Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1178 Theme Week Hafiz (4) knowledge In the final post for the Theme Week about Hafiz, Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem entitled: ‘The School of Truth, which has been taken from Drunk on the Wind of […]
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