We sat cross-legged on short grass that left a prickly itch on bare skin. Summer stretched out, […]
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Song Without a Voice
I relinquished my voice for the love of a human, swished my silver-scaled tail in brine one last time and, on the celebratory blast of his siren, he winched me on board like a fish on a line. With mortal feet I walked on gilded splinters, felt grains of sand between my dainty toes, soothed […]
One Shining Moment
One of my shiniest moments was when I played the genie of the lamp in my junior school’s production of Aladdin. I was about ten years old, very shy and lacking confidence, but I loved singing, dancing and acting, the only times when I came out of my shell. My costume was bright and colourful, […]
Sprung from Richest Rain
Early spring ice melts channels in mountains, fields and hills, loosens hardened sods under the metal plough’s thunder. Grey crusts and clods break in the furrows’ crumbling wake, surfed by flocks of gulls and crows pillaging carefully crafted rows. Later in the ripening year, earth fulfils the farmer’s prayer; tender growth greens the plain, rapeseed […]
Remember November
autumn storms reveal the playfulness of corvids buffeted black shapes bare auburn branches outlines against a gnarled sky the cawing of crows Kim M. Russell, 18th June 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Imagism Revisited This Thursday, Frank T invites us to delve into the poetic craft of imagery, which involves […]
Probable Lady
Such a joy as a boy, uniformed yet unashamed, now newly named, I admire how you wear the sequinned word, your coiffured hair, and the self-made vintage dress. Your chiffon body drifts in clouds of perfume, rouge stains and clothes your lips, and femininity inhabits your curvaceous hips. Kim M. Russell, 16th June 2020 My […]
Roll Up
I haven’t smoked for years and sometimes miss sprinkling aromatic Drum tobacco on transparent paper, rolling them between my fingers, the lick, the kiss of flame, the inhalation as it ignites the tip – but not the frustration of peeling paper from my lip. Kim M. Russell, 15th June 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Fancy!
I have a poem in this month’s issue of Visual Verse, and I’m in great company again, including Jane Dougherty and Frank Hubeny, to name but two of the writers. I really like the sepia-toned image by an unknown artist (circa 1880) from the Getty Open Content Program, which inspired me to write something lighthearted. […]
Alice’s Grave
Marked only by a rusted cross of curlicues among rows of lichen-covered stones, your final resting place has churchyard hues, this peaceful housing of your crumbled bones. I know your name, Alice, when you were born and the date of your last breath. Not a trace of family, no husband or child left to mourn. […]
Meeting Myself in a Dream
Last night, I dreamed about the city, the noise and clamour of traffic, masses of commuters streaming from the gaping mouths of the underground, heels tip-tapping, bags swinging, steaming plastic cups of coffee proffered like torches leading the way to work with their bitter aroma. Buses rumbled, horns blared, and exhaust fumes discombobulated rays of […]
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