below the roof edge on a jutting ledge snowy flash of feathered legs returning to eggs busy between hawthorn hedge and the young they fledge dizzy Kim M. Russell, 2017 House Martins by Mark Kilner from the Springwatch Flickr group, found on bbc.co.uk. My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Lai it […]
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Solo Flight
In the silver silence of morning’s first rays, she is woken from the vastness of the double bed by a bee munching her way out of a nest secreted in an air vent. After a long winter spent in a cocoon, waiting for warmer weather to eat herself free from nesting cavities plugged with grains […]
Say it with Roses
On Friday night the doorbell rang. She opened up and there he stood, in his hands a sunset of roses, plump petals fragrant with promises. By Monday they had wilted, petals browning, stems slimy, pungent, sick with stagnant water, in a storm of greenfly. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Another poem in response to dVerse Poets […]
Honeysuckle Storm
I didn’t know lightning could smell sweet that thunder could hum a gentle beat and in the middle of a heavy metal summer song so dark it’s light so right it’s wrong I see a bee on a rose in a storm of honeysuckle Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
The Loss of Intimacy
She bustles in, weighed down with his clean underwear, pyjamas, barley water and boiled sweets, his reading glasses, now repaired, holding back wisps of her grey hair. She has to catch the bus at the same time every day and sit for hours, making repetitive small-talk with a man who doesn’t know her name, has forgotten, […]
Gifts
In German, Gift means poison, something he may not know. He brings her gold, perfume and clothes, sometimes a diamond, sometimes a rose, until she doesn’t even see them piling up in lonely high security, the toxic perfection of their mansion. So she searches on the internet for something that she cannot get from him […]
Kintsugi
Most people like their gardens to be neat and tidy, organised into geometrical flowerbeds and manicured lawns. Any plant that shows signs of running riot is tamed into submission and so-called weeds are relentlessly chopped and ripped out of soil. Not so in our garden. We allow it to grow in its own way, creating […]
Battle Royal
Above warm earth where gilt sun glows, a message writ in scrawl of wings, jet black on silver as they rose: a raven and a peregrine. At war with plunges and with throes, two handsome birds beloved by kings; a storm of plumage in the sky marks battle fought for mastery. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Going Underground
swept down rain-wet steps at the Broadway shoes slip surfing the crowd going underground Oyster swipes through the […]
Wired for Sound
in the middle of a field eyes squeezed tightly shut mouth open wide fingers in ears sound is suspended now and then a motorbike roars and whines cars hum in the distance senses open to patch of blue taste of earth and thud of heart Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
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