We were three bright stars, three sisters, no brother, never far from our earth mother, an open star cluster until I discovered the universe, my comet tail burning through space. Now, middle-aged Pleiades, we are fading stars and sisterhood is nebulous in the stubborn constellation of Taurus. No longer a pole star in your lives, […]
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Ravensbury Memories
When I was a child, I lived in a town in Surrey called Mitcham, which is now part of South London. I remember it as a safe place. I knew pretty much everyone in the road where I first lived with my grandparents and later, when my parents moved to a small estate consisting of […]
Gathering Poems
Another poem’s formed, quiet words in a silent room for an anonymous anthology read in a silent room. Poems map success and failure, track winter’s raging floods and untarnished summer skies dreamt in a silent room. The playful winds of spring throw blossom at the moon, while winter draughts weave shadows in a silent room. […]
Venetian Glass
shimmering mirror marriage of water and light engendering glass reflects a colourful past boats, masks and clouds of balloons Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Through the looking glass
Poem in 44 Words
PO – is the in – breath, the in – flow of in – spiration, an opening to be filled to overflowing. A pause allows words to form, lines to come together, to be one, a symphony of expression in the outbreath, the humming of the mantra – EM Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response […]
Throwing Poems
Poems are grenades: we remove the pen, throw them into the world, wait for them to detonate, ducking critical shards, burning with awe at the impact and heat of the words. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Weapon and linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. For our motif today, […]
Perennial Scream
I am bane to the blighted, a true mandrake, an elemental, homeopathic hex tethered to earth by the human shape of my stemless roots crowned with leaf rosettes. I’m a narcotic ingredient of the soporific sponge, weird sister of henbane, opium and hemlock. When my root has taken, it cannot be expunged from the tear-soaked […]
Italics
When we were children, my husband and I lived in different blocks on the same housing estate and attended the same infant and junior school, where we sat in separate desks in a classroom where we were taught by a teacher neither of us will ever forget. She was grey-haired and stern, wore a twin-set […]
January 2018
For the first time I ignore the wind whistling a haunting incidental down the chimney: Change the tune. You don’t scare me. I am shielded more by word and rhyme the more you blow at me to fear […]
Cracks
“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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