Snow surprise transforms and lifts an otherwise grey February day, delighting children and the young at heart with play. But my hands are blue, my fingers burn, and my bones creak at every turn. The possibility of snow this week makes my insides churn. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
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Morning Conversations
You lift my hair like a cool breeze and kiss my ear; I’m the only one who’ll hear in the thundering silence of early morning. Everyone else is asleep or deaf to the poem that hums in my head, thrums like a guitar string, chatters like the sparrows in the hedgerows. Even when you trumpet, […]
No Alcohol Required
I get drunk on poetry and music, no alcohol required. You can keep your wine and beer; I love the cool, clear trickle of unadulterated nectar, must of grape and amber glow of apple and pear. No acidic burn of embarrassment, no hang- over, no regrets. I can still laugh at cheesy jokes, sing along […]
Shades of Grey
Grey is how I saw the world in my early childhood: in monochrome newspapers, television and old photographs. It seemed as if two world wars had leached all colour. And then it returned in the sixties. My nan had a drawer in her bedroom dressing table which was full to the brim with black and […]
Mid-February
Winter – saturated by a winnowing wind, bare branches are ready to yield to spring. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Brevity — Five Lines This Thursday Frank is hosting Meeting the Bar and the theme today is brevity. We are writing poems with no more than five […]
Dream in a Teacup
Cradled in a teacup, her infused dream intertwines and rises with fragrant steam. She drowsily waits for lips to press porcelain and savour the sweetness of flowers of jasmine, lotus and hibiscus, unfurling below the liquid meniscus. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Inspired by Art! – also linked to […]
Morning Murmur
Streams trickle and ditches chuckle with last night’s rain; it giggles in puddles in the muddy lane and glistens on the window pane. In the gloom of my morning room, where merging shadows whisper, I just murmur, pull up the duvet and turn over. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
The Language of Seagulls
His cry’s a stentorian swoop in the azure, draws curlicues in and out of the clouds. Apart from the flock, with its dodging and fighting, he lifts up his beak and whispers of wind. He lowers his feet, curves his wings, scrawls a wake, a poem in water with fricative feathers, a lone gull’s sonnet […]
Pleiades Pentimento
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, […]
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 […]
