When I think back to my childhood, I see the beginning of September filtered through horse chestnut leaves, a precious time before the first day back at school in shiny new shoes, with a new satchel, pencil case and, if I was lucky, a fountain pen. In those days, autumn had already arrived with a […]
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The Sight of Stars
ancient memories light up the night sky with a shimmer of astral dust yesterday’s magic scintillates astrology and mysticism a twinkling aura crowns the moon drunk with cosmic wine and weightlessness motionless in freefall earth is an afterthought a blue yo-yo suspended in the echo chamber of space while the universal orchestra plays a silent […]
Grandmother’s Shoes
She had a closet full of shoes she wouldn’t throw away, reminders of the comfy days when every shoe would fit. For me, it was a treasure trove of giant shoes for a four-year-old to slide across the lino, Ginger to my grandfather’s Astaire. I was completely unaware of the agony of her size three […]
Passion for Perfection
He glows with bliss, with an innate passion for perfection. Pressing fingers, his caressing hand lingers, a blessing on the wax sole of her right foot. Repeating movements endlessly does not destroy the spontaneity, the joy in recreating every day a corps de ballet. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Transparency
She saw through him, the last glass eel of summer, tinkling and shattering up the river with a shiver like a lost star in an alien galaxy, a long way from the Sargasso Sea. She felt sick as she let the slick predator slip through her fingers in whirlpools of emotion and he abandoned her […]
Seahorses
We ride distorted monsters beyond sandcastle borders, past pebbles and fizzing foam to whispering eel grass meadows. Tethered to stalks, their snaking chameleon tails swish, graceful gliding curlicues, neither horse nor fish. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Border, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform […]
The Izzle of Wiggot
When I was a child, my parents couldn’t afford to take us on holiday. The closest we got to a summer holiday was watching Cliff Richard on his double decker bus at the cinema or a day trip on a coach to the seaside with my nan. However, when I was nine or ten, the […]
Rejecting Solipsism
In a world so conveniently organised there is no need for charm or chat-up lines, all the young have to do is swipe and rate their lives on the number of likes. For those of us who never went on dates, who fell in love with long-term friends, preferring the safety of familiar faces, dating […]
Mapping Memories
I start to trace the map of her face, the contours of her cheeks, pools of blue eyes, her valleys and her peaks, drawing from distant memories, trying to forget more recent days, colouring the sunshine hours, and feeling her warmth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Musical Muse […]
Shakespeare Dreaming
Words fall on fertile ground, blossoming midsummer dreams or sprouting mares of thorn and bane. While the poet’s pendulum swings, chimera of the mind whips whirring wings of fantasy into comedy, romance and tragedy, borne on feathered quill to make of what you will. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
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