My daughter Ellen and her husband moved from South London to Guildford in Surrey just before Christmas and, as she was working over the holiday, in between unpacking all their worldly goods, we agreed on a date in February for my first visit to their new home. My mother’s death in January and her funeral […]
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Brutal as a Supernova
Don’t get too close. You are no super-human astronaut in the thrall of a brutal, brilliant cosmic flash. Keep away from powerful explosions brighter than the Milky Way. You know, it may not be a supernova. It may well be the freaky death throes of a star, torn apart by the tidal forces of a […]
Fading Photographs
I have an ornate cardboard box, quite large, with lid and metal handle, stuffed to overflowing with tangible memories, crackling paper photographs. I treasure most the black and white that echo with my mother’s laugh, when her eyes were wide and bright, her skin was smooth and her hair was soft, when she could lift […]
A Season of Giggles
all of a sudden, after muted, dreary days and dark drawn out nights, along comes spring, green buds bursting, catkins jiggling, birds singing, rivers giggling and bubbling, and filling up with fresh water, sparkling raindrops showering the dirty browns and greys of winter days Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Together
monochrome keepsake reflections of happy days floating on water melting into memory her voice merely a ripple in deepest shadows of dreams Kim M. Russell, 2017 Source My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night For today’s Open Link Night, which is hosted by Grace, I’m trying out a Bussokusekika, a Japanese poetic form […]
Bus Ride through Suburbia
The-park-and-ride, flanked by fields and trees, sits on the outskirts, cheap and convenient for the city. I guide my ageing car between parallel rows of shiny four-by-fours and hatchbacks, following the one-way arrows. A patient elderly queue is waiting at the bus stop, checking timetable and watches, anxious to get to the shops. The bus […]
Free as Light
Living between the North Norfolk coast and the Broads, and having moorings at the bottom of our garden, I am drawn to water. Not that I swim or even paddle, but I like to sit and watch the free light shows: sequins sparkling on water, underwater shadows, light refractions and sky reflections. Now that winter […]
Winterlude
How much longer will my dark winter linger? Like trees, I drip With persistent grey. I mist rough, nugget soil, pouring ghostly oil from one leaden cloud to the next. The icy grip begins to slip when a red breast flames in an open window frame. Kim M. Russell, 2017 First image is one of […]
Dark Valentine
On this chilly St Valentine’s morn, Do not give me a rose without a thorn Or even preservèd cherries bittersweet Covered in sugar and chocolate. Do not write a pretty verse inside a card, Not one from Barrett-Browning nor the bard, Or take me to a restaurant for dinner When you know I ‘m trying […]
Ghosting
Gnats perform a ghostly slow gavotte, gathering like clouds in shafts of light, weaving, willowing wisps of curling smoke, drifting upwards and into the night: gathering, merging and dissipating, solemnly they join the twilight dance, fickle vampires flirting, mating, malign miasma of the Renaissance. Kim M. Russell, 2017 A swarm of gnats. Photograph: Martin Siepmann/Alamy […]
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