It’s a quarter past three on a Sunday morning. Darkness sits heavy as a blanket. It’s waiting for first light to seep through night and gently lift it. Strains of Billie Holiday curl into a hug of raspberry tea steam from my favourite mug. The cats have been fed and husband is tucked up in […]
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Making Sense of the Present
This poem’s written in the present time, place and tense, proof of my presence on earth, and the message I meant, when you read it in the future and wonder if it makes sense. I’m making it clear so there will be no dissent. Kim M. Russell, 12th June 2023 Image by Thought Catalog on […]
Inevitable
that we both remember childhood with the same memories of teachers, classmates and playground games. We both come from South London dandelion roots, splashing in puddles in tatty plimsolls – not boots, two friends in a gang of urchins, some lost, some found, roaming stairways, playing fields and waste grounds of the decades following the […]
The Quality of Finger-Painting
Finger-painting is the quality of not worrying about the mess on your clothes, hands and face, and sharing the happiness of the child with whom you’re finger-painting. Finger-painting is being a cave-dweller, doing what comes naturally, while unleashing your inner Picasso, Kandinsky or Miro, even throwing a little paint like Pollock. Finger-painting rediscovers the child […]
Evening Walk by the Light of an Early Moon
Heidi had met Charlie only a few days previously at the café where she worked as a waitress between lectures. They laughed when they discovered they were studying the same course, only he was a year ahead. The weather had been dire, raining every day, so they stayed in the café once Heidi’s shift was […]
A Breath of Sea Air
The gulling of waves takes our breath away, puffin and skirling with the chill. Latter-day Canutes, we crave to tern the sea away, but salt water cormorants and spills onto our feet. This day is another one that will stay in our hearts, a snapshot and a guillemot thrill. Kim M. Russell, 1st June 2023 […]
Riverbank
The riverbank beavers a hustle and bustle once spring is underway. A wagtailing wind tugs the last of the catkins throughout the month of May. Warblers and dippers fly over rivers that surge and swell with rain ‘til the sun otters out with a spiral of sparkles – the river’s alive again. Kim M. Russell, […]
Spice Me Up
Pepper me a sun-ripened tomato, from the hothouse where the best ones grow, cut it in half, glistening red, salt it and place it on a chunk of bread. Don’t overdo it or I may sneeze. And then pepper me with spicy kisses, please. Kim M. Russell, 29th May 2023 Image by Bob van Aubel […]
Birdsong Bonanza
Dawn chorus is a wall of sound, wildest festival of the year; spring flowers and blossoms abound, and the summer will soon be here. When birdsong’s almost at its peak, dawn chorus is a wall of sound, blackbirds open their golden beaks to take part in the joyful round. Maytime magic is all around; in […]
Mary Alice Muted
She is muted, not just in colour.He has painted her in hues of dolour.and taken away her voice.I wonder, had it been her choice to find herself so portrayedin shades of violet, green and greyto the modern art world’s eyes,to be so closely scrutinised, or did she trust the artist’s view.Lacking softer tones of blue,I […]
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