It had been a difficult transition, moving from one country to another; from a city’s familiar streets and longstanding friendships to the middle of nowhere in another country with a baby on the way. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. What I didn’t realise was that I’d be thirty odd miles from the […]
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The Meeting of Stream and Sea
A stream went dancing, Glinting and glancing Down to a deeply scooped bay, Where waves ebbed and swelled And fishermen dwelled In cottages by the quay. For homecoming skiffs, On top of high cliffs, Perched a lighthouse tall and proud Above sea stacks, waves, And dark granite caves Carved out by storms wild and loud. […]
Kju:
It’s no way to live, waiting for someone to give you a cue, come to the rescue: a soul on hold in the autocue with no words to say and nothing to do but wait for Godot in the queue – missing the cue. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on sensanostra.com My response to […]
Robin Song
On bleak mornings in November, when birdsong is muted and rare, the robin is the only bird that sings throughout the year. In the bleak gloom of winter, more wistful than in spring, a robin’s song is ‘wildly tender’ – Emily Bronte wasn’t wrong. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open […]
Whispering Walls at Dragon Hall
I am named after a dragon carved on one of my rafters in fourteen twenty seven. I started life proud and tall, born from a thousand English oaks as a medieval trading hall. I was a shop, warehouse and meeting place for wealthy traders of wines and spices, worsted cloth and pottery, conjuring money in their finery. […]
Spanning Centuries
My name is Charles Bridge. I was conceived and born in 1357. I have survived floods and seen many changes, wars and revolution. I live in the centre of Prague. During the day, I am entertained by the musicians and pedlars that attract tourists and citizens whose footsteps wear and smooth my stone on their […]
Elephants in the Room
Italy quakes in her boot and Roman ruins rumble: just gods playing games with ancient marbles! No Nero fiddling in the flames of the Calais Jungle: just men in hard hats […]
First Glimpse
We were new to the North Norfolk coast and couldn’t agree what we loved the most: the flatness of the landscape, the drama of the clouds, the wind so loud, the skies so wide and flaming with gorgeous sunsets and expansive star-filled nights. In the charcoal-shadowed garden, listening to the sea beyond the dunes, I […]
Night of Sparks
I remember my first 5th November: I was five, bundled up in coat, knitted gloves, scarf and hat, breathing smoke and stars, a fizzing sparkler in my hand, spellbound by the Catherine wheel spinning sparks on the garden fence – it cost Grandad sixpence. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
One Man’s Kindness in No Man’s Land
Tattered faceless silhouettes Staggered across no-man’s land, Fumbling to attach bayonets, Unkind weapons in shaky hands. Wisps of men blundered in thick of gas Back to the comfort of a mud-filled trench, Eyeless heroes in useless masks Smothering in the toxic stench. One innocent soldier wandering wide, Heading for trenches on the other side, Felt […]
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