I’m ready for it, waiting, and the softness of the word reminds me that I have never seen a humming bird of muscle, artery and vein. Stippled glass refracts day, it stares at you face on. Waiting for the last tube, I felt the dusty wind. I am the buzz of a bee in quiet […]
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Dreamless
It’s a dream that never comes to me: there is no blossoming chestnut tree, no garden of rioting summer blooms, not even a house with empty rooms. My childhood garden has no calm, no mother to rock me in her arms. Because it was so long ago, I search for it with heart of woe. […]
Unseasonal
Emboldened by unseasonal sunshine, above rivers, fens and brine, pink-footed, barnacle, greylag and snow, Brent and Canada, see how they flow into skeins, and the beat of their wings honking and cackling as they pass by – a promise of spring scrawled in the sky. Kim M. Russell, 9th January 2023 Free image by Barth […]
Just Visiting
I wander unknown streets, pavement hard beneath my feet. City detritus blows in wintry wind, dust and grime of the sinned against and sinning, surviving in brick and cement, not living. Lost like a dog or cat, snow in my hair, I feel as if I was never there. Just a ghost in the burbs, […]
Learning to Face Forwards
On the second day of the new year I feel like Janus, looking backwards and forwards, while populating my brand new calendar and personal diary with dates: birthdays, anniversaries and appointments. I also realise that I haven’t seen some of these people whose birthdays I celebrate for years, mainly due to the pandemic, but also […]
A Celebration of Light in Darkness
It’s the rasp of a lucifer strike on a matchbox to light a candle prayer or birthday wish; the romance of a moonlight kiss; the twinkle of a star in the density of night; the slow creep of misty morning sunlight; the afterglow of sunset as it fades to twilight; fairy lights nestling in the […]
Accidental
The candy glaze of winter and black puddle splinter chill me to the bone, hurt-blue cold on stone. The pavement’s slip twixt cup and lip disgorges with honey taste of purple berry glistening juicy and ripe in a slow bloody drop into virgin snow. Kim M. Russell, 13th December 2022 Image by Brooke Davis on […]
November Morning
Tattered trees pose, stark in their tracery, leaves all fallen sopping to the ground without a sound. A thin veil of amber hints at a struggling sun behind the mist, a sensual bounty across town and country. Warning of the coming chill, frost and fog cover every hill, the muffled silence broken only by the […]
Small Comforts
Leaden-grey winter days are brightened by hawthorn’s scarlet berries, a migrant firecrest and a robin’s breast as warming as a hot water bottle. They are talismans against the coming cold, summoning magical Yule, glowing reminders that the old year will soon become the new. Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2022 Image by Chris23 on Unsplash […]
A Toast to Autumn Drinkers
The shades and tones of changing foliage remind me of bottles displayed behind a bar: the honeypot tint of mottled leaves; the richness of wild cherry and dogwood dyed in aubergine; maples softly glowing crimson; hawthorn and blackthorn flaming fervently among the beery browns. Raise a glass to autumn drinkers huddled around the open fire […]
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