(to be read from the roots up) into a fresh spring breeze. pump pollen and on bare branches wriggle will catkins and new green leaves Soon roots and shoots. branches, slender resilient and stubborn spread storm, by a over bowled toppled, having trunks, Crumbling Kim M. Russell, 2017 Jennifer Vranes – “New Beginnings” My response […]
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Curls and Sand Castles
the cat’s curled up purring in my lap in my mind’s eye a curl of butter on a Bournemouth guest house breakfast plate the bob of your curly head as you built sand castles with moats the curl of waves and your contented smile Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille The […]
Gemstone Winds
Beyond the Solar System, in the Cygnus constellation, a hot Jupiter orbits, enormous, gaseous planet of intense light and heat locked face to face with its parent star in space. Colossal clouds of corundum, a ruby and sapphire conundrum of unimaginable tone, are blasted by fickle, violent winds, hot as hell and cool as diamonds. […]
Waiting for No One
They say time waits for no one, moving on, a tractor along a furrow, turning dark soil like broken chocolate into tomorrow, rattling through the season. We, like seagulls, follow, grey-headed envoys in the air, cursing the changing atmosphere. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on http://flickrhivemind.net/Tags/gulls,tractor/Interesting My response to dverse Poets Pub Tuesday’s Poetics – It’s […]
Surprise
My husband is excellent at planning surprises. Among many others, he planned and organised a birthday party on a boat on the Norfolk Broads with family and friends and a two-night stay in Cambridge, all without me having an inkling of what he was up to. But the most wonderful night I remember was on […]
Plague Pit Doloroso
Macabre plague pit like a womb, Skeletons carefully laid in rows: Dirt rained down on rotting flesh, There were no flowers And no tomb. Mass burial, only priests believed that souls were saved, A village of plague victims all buried in a huge grave. When the dying were taken to a monastery hospital, Did they […]
Shiny Red Wellies
At the beginning of December your first year was over; you had found your feet, unsteady as yet but eager to make a quick escape. You wanted to chase flakes that fell from the sky, fluttered on your eye lashes and kissed your cheeks, even after a week when snow rose to the roof, icicles […]
A Recipe for Insanity
eviscerate and bone me batter and bake me blind take my sweetness to the hard-crack stage and caramelise my mind splinter me brittle with mortar and pestle quadrille me with sanity fine-edged with a sharpening steel from your batterie de cuisine of the surreal Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics […]
Map of Scars
Barbed wire necklaces and stars, tracks of fading scars, isobars connecting moments on the contour map of life: childhood memories of cuts on knees, silvery stretchmarks or the ribbons you made yourself that held in grief when the pain was too much to bear. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
Goose Music
Chain-stitching a rosy sunset, geese arrive in a cloud of fieldfares and redwings, a blizzard of snow buntings blown north to south. There’s an explosion of wings, no soaring, no gliding, just metronomic beating and a goose symphony of honks and whistles. The water ripples, in a shower of drops they rise and fade Into […]
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