The evening tide is syrupy, strange ripples shivering. It laps at banks and licks salty rocks, as if it’s haunted. We dive in the river. It ties us in intricate knots. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2021 Image by Christoper Osten on Unsplash My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty We’re two-thirds of the way through […]
Tag: 2021
It’s all Rubbish
I walk along flowering lanes flanked by hawthorn and gorse, and a car roars by at break-neck speed leaving a cloud of exhaust, and in the ditch they’ve chucked a pile of cigarette butts and, even worse, the remains of fast-food breakfast, plastic packaging and a dirty nappy; obviously, the child’s meal with plastic toy didn’t […]
Plum Nelly
Late sun splashes in the summer sky,flashes in the tears every time I seeplump ripe plums hanging in our tree,like the juicy ones she used to buyin brown paper bags to share with me.Their purple musk evokes a sighof scents from grandmother’s scullery;laundry in a copper, hot and bubbly,sprigs of mint, roast on Sunday,cloves and […]
A Moon Moment
I savour the momentfleeting and seldomof a full-bellied moonhovering over treesa seasonal pausereflected in the eyesof a startled fox Kim M. Russell, 17th April 2021 Free image from dreamstime.com My response to NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen Today, on the seventeenth day of poems in April, we are writing about the moon.
Spring Skeltonic
There’s blossom on the trees and the urgent hum of bees drifts on a gentle breeze that’s tickling my knees. The blackbird stopped his song, he thinks he got it wrong; he’s been silent for so long his voice is not so strong. But as the blossoms fall and bees begin to crawl, the blackbird […]
A smear of lipstick on the way out the door
Mum greeted everyone with a blooming smile,lips frosted pink, applied and blottedbefore leaving our top floor flat. I used to delve into her make-up bag,untwist precious tubes and smearmouth, cheeks and chin with colour. I learned to love carmine caressesof creamy lipstick, blotted with kisses,or left steaming on cups in restaurants. But during this pandemic […]
My name means gold
At least, that’s what a Korean guy told me, who I met in Amsterdam, when I went to buy Matcha and jasmine tea,joss sticks and a brass frog […]
14th April 2021 (I may be two days late but I got there finally)
Roused by the brightening of dawn’s light,after the phantoms of the night, a thought stirs in a waking mind,free from the plague of humankind. Like birds, we have been set free to fly,small flocks of shadows in the sky, still masked, but no longer in isolation,with a muffled sigh of liberation. Kim M. Russell, 13th […]
There’s a lot you don’t know about gnats
So wicked are these summer larvae,with their sun-blessed insect wings,swarming the cemetery, suckingblood like vampires of the day. But you are not to know or carethat they travelled here through time,tiny chrononauts buzzing in your eara warning from a future clime. Kim M. Russell, 12th April 2021 Free image found on 123RF My response […]
Fan Mail
Letter to Klimt (from a devoted fan) Dear Gustav,This is my final letter to you.So unconventional,so talented, and allyou send me are postcards.I explored your imagery,learned your language,but I can never comprehendthe erotic depths of your mind,where Eumenides watch a condemnedman’s punishment in a sea monster’s embrace. Postcard from Klimt (unsigned) I write not in […]
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