Bleached whale bones radiate sizzling silence among slow dissolution and frozen indifference of icebergs. Vague swimming shadows in depths and shallows of ultramarine blue shun sulphur sun and melting beach. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Elaine Jones ‘3 Tundra’ image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meet the Bar with Impressionism Today […]
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Outside the Window
Cat springs: an arc of fur becomes a blur from carpet to window sill. Cat lands between a vase of flowers and a photo frame, nose pressed against the pane, eyes following a fluttering flock of feathers enjoying the first sunny day of spring. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest This is my […]
Pub Crawl
Norwich once had a pub for every day of the year. Old Norwich boys supped at the Adam and Eve, and in the Angel Gardens. Taverns tracked artisans, life and livelihood through The Beehive and The Brickmakers, Dyers, Plasterers and Bakers Arms, wielding Trowel and Hammer or a fishing rod for the Compleat Angler, and […]
Treehouse
I am building a treehouse of words at the end of the garden where no one can find it up high among branches and birds, tethered by feathers and covered with foliage, plastered with poems and rendered with rhyme; as part of the tree it will grow over time. I am building a treehouse of words […]
A Walk in the Rain on Pewley Down
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 […]
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 […]
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