Seeds in a child’s hands, hard with zebra bands, are a long way from wind-swept fields, where Fibonacci yields are soon dispersed below a cloudburst of birds. In the garden, we hoe and then we sow our own. At night, we dream of tournesols. Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2021 Image by Todd Trapani on […]
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In a Dusty Window in Delft
It was Easter, we were looking for something to eat before a gig; we were tourists wandering a street, canal on one side, on the other a row of houses. Our eyes slid sideways to glimpse through windows, idle curiosity in a city we had never been before, the picturesque home of pottery and Vermeer. […]
Liminality
A rank of poplars, vertical in a horizontal landscape, coruscate before they blend into the leonine golden beige of land coming to rest. So many different shades on parade: sunlight gilds the roofs with sumptuous shafts that fade through pink and scarlet blushes, purple, then indigo, and twilight rushes into a moody half-light. Something haunts […]
Bridging Seasons
Winter walked a thin, tight lightamong skeletal trees, so brightagainst the ashen sky. Quietsnowflakes painted branches white ~or were they glittering stars? ~ fluttering petals, opening buds,kissed by sun emerged from cloudsand birds that greeted spring aloud –to leave us fresh and greenly boughed. Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2021 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Window View
It’s chilly in here. During the recent sunny spell, I turned the heating off. The rug over my knees and legs is keeping them warm; my fingers are white with cold. Mojo is sitting on the back of my chair; I turn my head to smile at her and she turns to me, a cat […]
I Want to Be Yours
I want to be your mouth wash drowning in your germsI want to be your mistle thrushdigging up your wormsif you like tea in a baglet me be your Earl Grey hagI don’t want to be a dragI want to be yours I want to be your spectaclessee things through your eyesI don’t want to […]
A Seuss Kind of Spring
In the first days of spring, when night’s frost melts in seconds, a heron streaks upstream, where the seed heads are darkened; they are weighted by rain as it drifts in a flurry, milky air lining grass blades. We are not in a hurry. We are dancing and singing on dew-pearly meadows and we’re waiting […]
Crows Calling at Night
Crows in the boughs remind her of her distant home, the man she left behind. Perhaps he listens to the patter of the rain, the cawing of the roosting birds, and thinks of her. So alone, she lies down on her bed, her crow black eyes like stones. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2021 Image […]
Spring Clean or Another Poem?
Do I really want to bother with housework today? I would really much rather sit down here and play with words on the computer than soap up a lather in a bucket or the washing machine. I’d rather write poems than make everything clean! Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2021 Image found on dreamstime.com My […]
Traces of an Elephant’s Tears (Empathy)
I feel the tears, although there is only a trace now. Just like the baby elephant, alone in the zoo, abandoned with only a memory of the mother it will never forget. And what about the mother’s tears? The tears of the herd? It is not absurd that my maternal instinct rears in despair at […]
