In our garden is an ornamental cherry tree, which has plenty of blossoms each year but bears no fruit. At the moment, there are buds on all the branches; I am waiting for the moment when they will burst open. outside the windowthe beginnings of blossomspring inspiration My plan for next weekend is to spring […]
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Grappling with Ottavo Rima
In the quest for a sonetto rispetto,I rummage in the archives of my mind, whereI find the ghosts of poems to set fire toand let the words drift in the cold morning air.Words turn into iridescent birds, undomy heart, fray my resolve, challenge with a dareto grasp as many words as my hands can hold,write […]
Golconda
City gents without umbrellasfall from the sky like rain; I feel sorry for those fellas,bowler-hatted, dressed in grey, early for work in the morning,late home at the end of the day. Disenchanted gents are fallingpast suburban windows where their perfect wives are waiting,aprons on, scent behind ears, in their hands a glass of something,a peck […]
Natural Timepiece
Sharp-toothed leaves has the dandelion,a velvety yellow head;be wary of it in salad,you might end up wetting the bed. Image by Nick Nice on Unsplash Its petals open at seven,they close around four o’clock;if you blow on its seeds,you might even hear its tick-tock. Image by Fouad Roshan on Unsplash Kim M. Russell, 18th March […]
View from the Ochre Room
In his studio in the asylum at Saint Remy,the artist sets up his easel, takes a sheetof paper the size of a street poster (maybeit was once a poster), and attaches it,smooths it flat, arranges chalks, oils,watercolours and brushes.He chooses carefully, black chalkto sketch the window, a little off-centre.Light passes through the glass of jars,bottles […]
Sketches of Delft
The Dutch master at his canvas,holding palette and brush,is bathed in February gold.Delft rooftops are drenchedin the light of the golden dawndripping like honeyfrom a golden goblet.Skaters on still-frozen canalsbecome ice folliespainted in the lemon beautyof the sun’s split corona,a celebration of the fragility,the thin veil between winter and spring. Kim M. Russell, 12th March […]
Naivety
Before knowledgeand creativity,all that humankind hadwas naivety:footprints left on a beach,handprints on cave walls,the remains of simpleartisanal tools –the beginnings of civilisationin a flourishing green world,unaware they wouldbe discoveredthousands of milesfrom their origins,thousands of yearsafter their last breaths,along the North Sea’scrumbling cliffs. Kim M. Russell, 5th March 2024 Free image found on Pexels It’s Tuesday, […]
No Longer Slumbering
With the scent of snow still lingeringdespite winter’s unbattening,all our senses are shiveringwith the familiar inklings of spring:cut-outs of birds silhouettingan anaemic sky; sparklingstars of celandines yellowingwinter browns; and quiveringsnowdrops and daffodils spring,no longer slumbering. Kim M. Russell, 4th March 2024 Punam is our host for the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille this Monday, and we […]
Just Saying
It’s not just a cup of tea,it’s fragrant steamfrom a porcelain bowl,leaves inside blossoming outside. It’s not just a breath of air,it’s hundreds of yearsof leaves and latewood,Earth’s redemption. It’s not just the sea,it’s immeasurable depthsand creatures as mysteriousas aliens somewhere in space. It’s not just poetry,it’s time scrunched into a balland smoothed out again,words […]
Hares Leaping
February’s about to give wayto March winds and galesthat set catkins dancing,and owls hooting and cryingtheir music of the night. But they’re creatures of air;spirits of spring are hares,boxing and leaping all overfield and hedgerow with spring fever –shadowy bookends to the working day. Kim M. Russell, 27th February 2024 Image by Mathias Elle on […]
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