Backlit,by counterpointsof sunlight, harmonyof shadows, fingers merge with blackand white, releasemajor chords redand green, mournful minorsgrey and blue shifting between darkminus and lightof plus, untila sunbeam, dotted withmotes of a melody, breaks through.I play. Kim M Russell, 1st June 2024 Image by Michael Effendy on Unsplash Reworked from an old poem from 2019, a poems […]
The Sound of Goodbye
Hoverflies hum a monotone refrainin the aspen grove that hisses in the wind.Buzzards tumble, roll and spin again,their whirring wing beats chagrined.The tap-tap-tap of tree creepersand ticks in the tree trunks’ gnarlybark give a dumped lover the jitters,as goodbye hiccups and rolls into infinitylike a plaintive summons from divinity. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2024 […]
Hippy at Heart
I look back on those carefreedays of the nineteen-seventiesand smell pungent Afghan coats,see maxi skirts and knee-high boots,although I preferred to go barefoot.I loved Indian cheesecloth blouses,bangles, beads and loon trousers,bird-covered and scoop-neckedt-shirts, and velvet Biba rejects,patchouli oil, hats and mood rings,and so many other thingsthat I thought made me differentbut, of course, it was […]
Under the Bed
Darkness is the murkwhere monsters lurk,the black gulp of skyin the depths of night,when no stars glistenand no moon listens.It’s the silent smotherunder the coverwhen you get it in your headthat something’s under the bed. Kim M. Russell, 27th May 2024 Image by Annie Spratt on Unsplash This Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub […]
Boxing Clever – a cento
Within my rooted being lies a box of green,lined with dewy moss to quench and revive,clasped onto my sea-shell collection.A self-portrait, the stones I carvedby the sea with salt in its veins,embryonic, in a cosmic womb,its dark edges are still dissolving.Wrapped around a framework of bonesoverflowing with ragtag paraphernaliaof my stumbled tumbled dreams,a hazy recollection […]
All Things Must Pass
I love the month of May. The nights are growing longer and it’s been warm enough to sit on the patio until early evening. Although most of the blossom has disappeared from the trees, we have a large rose bush covered in pink flowers, and honeysuckle covers the trellis, as well as the trunk and […]
Leap
I leap into cool water, letting the ripples calmmy skin, soothe my limbs as they carveits viscosity with their fluidity into curvedwaves, splashes and droplets that flyinto sunlit air. I ama diver, a swimmer,a mermaid: seemy fishy tail! Kim M. Russell, 20th May 2024 Image by Bruce Christianson on Unsplash For the Garden of Neuro […]
One by One
Dandelion clocks are a tease,a generation scattered on the breezelanding one by one, each seed a moment,like fairy parachutes. They’re potentin their propagation: thesetiny embryos take root, silentNinjas turning fields and leasyellow, to the joy of bees. Kim M. Russell, 19th May 2024 Image by Saad Chaudhry on Unsplash A quadrille for the Garden of […]
Treasure
I’ve been hunting for treasurein the junk shop of life,where siskins drip at leisurehoneyed liquid notes,and the morning daisy rises fresherthan the golden dandelion.I’ve been searching at my leisurewhere birds and insects soar and dive,and all around me find Nature’s treasure. Kim M. Russell, 16th April 2024 Image by Sue Bell on Unsplash Grace is […]
I Stood by the Lychgate
I stood by the lychgate of our parish church;confetti drifting across stony graves and crossesreminded me that I had left you in the lurch.In my satin dress, I weighed up gains and losses,but still I could not step inside the porch. The wedding car just left me standing there,my father said he’d washed his hands […]
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