To find your horizon,you must losesight of the shore. To lose sight of the shore,you must findthe ocean, and to find the oceanyou must dreamof a stream that fills your headwith fizzing and chatteringas it bubbles up, and then follow that streamuntil it forms a river,that strengthens and flows through hills and valleys,past villages and […]
Tag: 2021
In a Dusty Window in Delft
It was Easter, we were looking for something to eat before a gig; we were tourists wandering a street, canal on one side, on the other a row of houses. Our eyes slid sideways to glimpse through windows, idle curiosity in a city we had never been before, the picturesque home of pottery and Vermeer. […]
Why Fly?
Why is the fly so bothersome,zooming from a corner of the roomto land upon the kitchen worktop,buzzing – will it ever stop?Why does a fly have no etiquette,using my sandwich as a toilet,spreading diseases everywhere?Why, fly, don’t you carethat most humans think you’re a dirty pest,they squash you flat and make a mess,while I gently […]
The Midding Ghost
In death as in life,always on the outsidelooking in, skirting the crowd. Avoiding the loud,I listen through a cloud:I am the midding ghost – just haunting, not lost. Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2021 Image by Steinar Engeland on Unsplash My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven Today’s challenge is to write a poem inspired by […]
I Want to Be Yours
I want to be your mouth wash drowning in your germsI want to be your mistle thrushdigging up your wormsif you like tea in a baglet me be your Earl Grey hagI don’t want to be a dragI want to be yours I want to be your spectaclessee things through your eyesI don’t want to […]
Edge of the World
Wait for me on the edge of sunriseamong dreams where the shadows play.When I wake, I will see your eyes,and your smile reflected in my morning teawill accompany me throughout the day,protecting me from this bitter grief. Wait for me on the edge of noon,where the spring breeze teases trees,and the comforting warmth of the […]
Weathering the Fantasies
Fantasies make their own body heat; warm air under their fluffed feathersprotects them from all kinds of weather,and it’s a cosy place to tuck their beaks. A build-up of fat under the epidermis is like fantastic thermal underwear; they can sit out long Antarctic winters or soar above the Himalayas. You might think that fantasies’ […]
Clever Fish
Soundlessbubbles slipfrom lips;silentpops and kissesbecomenouns,adjectives,verbs that swimbetweenlinesof verse,glittering silver-scaled wordswhisperingsun-dappledthroughthe lengthof a poem,against the flow,but with the tide. Clever fish. Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2021 Image by Steve Halama on Unsplash My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three Day twenty-three and the challenge is to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. […]
Transistor Radio
No crystal clarity of stereoor speaker power(to speak of)but my battery-powered transistor radioaccompanied methroughout dayswhen I was not at schooland undercover at night,where I’d tune into pirates of the airwaves,a patchouli-scented teenagerin a council flatimagining Woodstock or Monterey. Kim M. Russell, 22nd April 2021 Image by Alex Blăjan on Unsplash My response to NaPoWriMo Day […]
A Murder of Crows
A murder of crows reminds her of her distant home.A murder of crows reminds her of the man she left behind.A murder of crows reminds her of the patter of rain.A murder of crows reminds her of night.A murder of crows reminds her she is alone.A murder – her crow-black eyes like stones. Kim M. […]
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