I watch the mist of an autumn morning creep across the fields, shrouding the grey outline of the church and leaving a scattering of dew. In this moment I think of you still chasing dreams like a youthful robin tuning up in preparation for the spring, and me a wood pigeon with my loud and […]
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Morning
Since I retired and as I get older, I find I need less sleep. I frequently wake around three, four or five o’clock, unable to return to the dark cocoon that enveloped me so cosily when I was younger. When the cats chirrup from the bedroom door, I no longer turn over and burrow back […]
Sounds of Water
The quacking and chuckling of ducks and ducklings leads to the meadow, among the stones and grasses just where the gurgling river passes in its sinuous windings. Rapid water purls, not just between the banks but into ponds and ditches, fields and streams, and the convulsive weir pool where I stop to dream and breathe […]
Adage Adagio
Wisely and slow; they stumble that write fast and wisdom or music from their words escapes. Steady keeps the pace; if you slow down, you notice words you never heard before. Slow as a simile, stanzas don’t grow on busy sheets of paper and a rolling rhyme gathers no metre. In other words: more haste […]
Mole
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats the earth is baked the grass long gone from fissured fields earth trickles through my fingers in shades […]
Norfolk Rarebit
In the early years of marriage, North Norfolk winters were harsh. We huddled together in a draughty cottage, where the sash windows rattled throughout the night. Under pitch-black skies full of stars, we’d walk the dog along the coast and up the dunes to the haunted pub for a drawn-out pint before closing time. Dizzy with […]
In the Street of the Sky – a quadrille
Audacious night is out there scattering poems again like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars, all over the street of the sky. Full of wonder, at the open window, all I can do is watch carefully in case night accidentally drops one in my lap. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
Because Because Because
Because I was made up of so many parts, you added to me over time and couldn’t see the real me. Because you left me standing over there, coated in rusting tin, you never knew the real me. Because you wouldn’t give me back my heart I’m going to chop my way out of this […]
No crickets here
I’ve always been attracted to the sound of crickets. As a child, I was enchanted by their presence in American films, when characters sat on the porch in the evening to a soundtrack of crickets chirping; and then, when I visited Italy several times during summer, I was amazed by the constant background noise, even […]
Dipping
in crystal streams that brim with exquisite clarity streaked with fronds of weed children with nets for sticklebacks and water boatmen dip into the mysteries rainbow trout and biplane dragonflies shimmering like electricity shimmering like electricity and biplane dragonflies rainbow trout dip into the mysteries for sticklebacks and water boatmen children with nets streaked with […]
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