“The argument of the broken window pane is the most valuable argument in modern politics.” Emmeline Pankhurst It started as soon as the window was replaced, like a vein pulsing in the corner of the pane. The frame was warped, it was a botch job, and nobody wanted to take the blame. More cracks appeared, […]
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the roundest word
the roundest word I know is bounce a happy dog a curl of hair a rainbow-coloured beach ball in the air happy feet on rubber soles the echoing cheer for a winning goal the bending note of a down-tuned bass an astronaut in space Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Relief
Time has drawn a relief map, traced contours, filled this skin with flaws and points of reference: dimples, moles and scars, a geography of life, and with it the relief of night-sky freedom and earthy wisdom. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Poetry about the Body and linked to dVerse […]
Winter Thistle
Light as down, you floated a while, gradually fading, your smile a mere flicker. Your papery hands slipped through my fingers. Your breath dropped like wind and I, your thistle seed, caught here in earth’s embrace, watched as winter blasted you out of the atmosphere. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
Winter Moon
When we lived only yards from a beach, we took many late night walks with our Jack Russell cross terrier in all kinds of weather. The wind on the North Norfolk coast is a force to reckon with, together with the mounds of sand that drag your feet. Jasper, our dog, loved the flatness of […]
Struggling to Think
I have never known complete silence. Just pin pricks in the backdrop of white noise, where darkness seeps into quiet moments. Memories rain into my never empty mind, daydreams creep up and worry at my imagination like dogs with bones, persistent ringing of the telephone, or the doorbell. Traffic passes, […]
Libertango
Arriving at the Gare du Nord, I disembark from the train to a guttural dawn chorus – I’ve heard that sound before. The morning platform’s cold, tinged with piss and alcohol. As I pass a street café, a newspaper hawker’s cry starts up the day and Gitanes and coffee grab me in a piquant embrace, […]
Scrooged
I struggle with leftovers and dregs of good cheer; dinner repeats itself and Christmas tinnitus continues to ring in my ear. Although I vaguely remember many times that I’ve been here, I know that I will make the leap of faith into another year. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
The Sweetness of a Pear
Pale yellow-green tears pool in the fruit bowl. I choose one with a blush, hoping its shyness foretells flavour. Under a running tap, my pear gleams and drips. I use a tea towel to dab away its fears, buff the delicate skin, inhale its honey breath. I bare my teeth, sink them into gritty flesh, […]
Morning Shivers
Winter’s at its lowest ebb, with branches bare against low skies and frost crisp at the river’s edge. Dawn carves grooves into the ice formed on the garden pond, where grass seeds are petrified into brittle frozen fronds. Early morning has been captured in a sparkling silver sculpture. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to […]
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