I would love to return to the seasideon a sixties time machine ride,where my sister and I used to playwith our plastic buckets and spades. I would feel the sand between my toes,watch the waves crash on the stones,and run down to the sea to fill my bucketwith water to pour in our sandcastle’s moat. […]
Tag: Childhood
The Landing at the Top of the Stairs
My five year old self sits on the toilet, door open so I can see the top flight of stairs inhabited by shadows from a skylight. There’s a closed door at the end of the twilight; escaping from the keyless lock is sunlight full of dust motes that float. I am torn between a monster […]
Twisted around her wrist…
a bracelet of cowslips and oxeyes, meadow flowers of summers long gone. Her refusal to add pimpernels, rubies among silver and gold, surprised me. But she was drawn with childish glee to sunny dandelions and buttercups that cast a buttery glow under her chin. So many seasons of bracelets twist around the couplet of our […]
Kindheit
einfache Freuden mit Dreirad im Kreis fahren fallende Blätter Childhood simple pleasures riding round in circles on a tricycle falling leaves Kim M. Russell, 4th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1515 French Haiku (Haiku Francophone) In the latest episode of Carpe Diem’s sixth anniversary month, we’ve arrived at the letter F and a […]
In which I nearly meet the Heffalump again
Down a dark hole, I was thinking about the different ways that I could get out, when it fell on me – it had fur and a snout – and said aloud with a Pooh-like air ‘A Very Bad Accident to Pooh Bear’. I called out ‘Pooh! I’m underneath you, trapped in a hole without […]
Midsummer Verges
Content in our garden’s leafy shade, I think back to weedy margins on a distant council estate, full of dandelions and significance, between pan-hot pavement and simmering black tar, a strip of withered grass, litter-strewn and dotted with dog mess, where bike wheels used to spin, click, tick; children clutched coins in sweaty hands at […]
Train Spotting
Troops of ivy-throttled trees line the abandoned railway track. Snorting round the bend, an asthmatic locomotive coughs along to the clickety-clack, smoky echoes of a ghost drumming up memories of day trips to the coast: screaming in a tunnel, waiting on a platform, waving at passengers who always waved back. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image […]
The Full Moon of Brighton
In the whining draughts Of my grandparents’ house When I was very small, I’d sit on my potty by the open fire, Safe from the bathroom’s arctic chill. My grandfather would return from work With the offer of a cuddle and a smile; I’d jump into his arms, flashing a sighting Of my bare derriere, […]
Where do I come from?
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Where Do I Come From? I introduced this poem you Year 7 students when I was still teaching and they produced some wonderful poems. I hope I can do it justice! Where do I come from? You may well ask. I am from monochrome photographs, […]
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