A shy nightingale waits until dark, quietly chuckling and snickering at lovers in the park. At moonrise, he crescendos into fluid song, charming lovers and the Milky Way to shimmer more than they did before. Kim M. Russell, 15th May 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: BRAND NAME NOODLING! Lill, our host […]
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Testament
Yesterday evening, I watched the beautifully made film ‘Testament of Youth’, which is based on Vera Britten’s autobiography of the same name. It follows her coming of age and blossoming into womanhood during the First World War. Vera Britten was one of the few women accepted into Oxford at that time. When her sweetheart signed […]
Aporia Avenue
Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage we did not take; instead we took the avenue of apathy, moonful children exploring half-hearted graveyards with lichen-covered stones over row upon row of mouldering bones. What was at the end of the passage, the one we did not take? A message of hope, a future of […]
Loss
Yellow catkins drip from grey willow, catch early morning light through mist. Another season dwindles like smoke or ghosts of long-lost family and friends, and drifts away with my self-worth, my memory, the agility of mind and body. Yet I am are still learning, in my nostalgic yearning, to become untethered like a boat and […]
Muddle
From an untidy, disorganised muddle, we unpick poems, cuddle them close until they breathe. In a cluttered, haphazard jumble of thoughts and ideas, words tumble and line up themselves up cleaving imagery into stanzas, weaving poetic sanity from knots and tangles of the mind. Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Frida’s Reality
“I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” Frida Kahlo Mexican heat invades each night, pervades the frangible seams and transmutes dreams to nightmares, thickly oiling the barren landscape vivid, livid with pain. Morning arrives again with the promise of reality, a canvas to daub with certainty self-portraits of her truth. Kim M. Russell, […]
Getting Wild with Crows
I want to strut with crows, stomp and kick the rows of neatly turned furrows in a field freshly harrowed. I want to scribble and scrawl on geometric shapes with crayons of ploughed-brown, corn-green and yellow oil-seed rape. Bring on the vivid hues so we can fly among the blues and splash inky shadows on […]
Walking with Jasper
I used to love walking with our dog, Jasper. He was a cross-breed Jack Russell and the funniest, most inquisitive dog I’ve ever known. He died on 10th March ten years ago. He was my reason for walking three times a day: in the morning before work, again in the afternoon, and a short walk […]
Rubai of Light
The moon is a balloon that fills the night which bursts with stars and constellations bright, reminding late night lovers of the dawn whose fingers shatter dreams with early light. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Variations on the Rubaiyat This week our host for Meeting the Bar […]
A Rugby Roar
Saturday afternoon, two hours until the train leaves, the boardwalk springs under my feet and the river sports diamonds. In the stadium at Cardiff Arms Park, there’s a gathering of voices. It rises, echoes like the sea: the roar of spectators gathered for rugby. Kim M. Russell, 2018 Photographs by David Russell My response […]
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