Wind-buffeted, we listen for quiet waves below the pier. Filtered through a bank of low-lying granite cloud, August sun is determined to shine on Southwold. Day trippers brave the sea, build castles on the beach, while in brightly coloured huts, flustered mothers hand out soggy egg and cress sandwiches that crunch with sand. In the […]
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A Day for Shade
Tucked into a shallow bowl of shady hills, a gun-metal grey saucer of a lake reflects the silhouette of a small bird of prey hunting on wings back-swept, shadowing skylarks and pipits, playing tag with cumuli scudding their own penumbrae. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on britainandbritishness.com My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics […]
Past Imperfect
When I was a child of three or four, my grandparents’ garden seemed enormous. I would take off from the back step, stretch out my arms and fly around the garden, past the living room windows to the blushing peonies, where I would stop to collect a handful of fallen petals to toss into the […]
A Flash of Summer
blue metallic flame bi-plane dragonflies travelling through time skimming summer days hovering and dipping flash of fizzing wings Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar — Trimeter Frank is our host this Thursday and he has brought us the tricky trimester. He explains that a line in a poem […]
Melting
In August nineteen forty two, amid alpine meadow scent and below skies of glacier blue, Francine and Marcelin, set off on foot to feed their herd. They never returned. Decades of searching melted to an end, revealing backpacks, stopped watch, tin bowls, a glass bottle, shoes still encased in ice, bodies side by side. As […]
Waking up to Fear
Wind-buffeted morning shadows hunt silhouettes on back-swept wings. Blood, bone and muscle fit like gloves containing consciousness and fetid fearfulness. Everything breaks and dies. We fear the unexpectedness of death, a slow verb about to spring into action one unknown day, never far away. Kim M. Russell, 2017 The Kiss of Death located at Barcelona’s […]
Starshine
The right to twinkle didn’t belong to Marilyn alone, but every star in the dark empyrean dome: the glints, star- dust and the supernovas; stars that dazzle until they fizzle out; and those that hang on to the past, hoping they will last for ever. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Today Gayle is hosting dVerse Poets […]
Seascape with Lighthouse
Waves scream gulls, they flutter sand and scribble chaos in their wake, snatch stones and rocks in foamy hands, rampage on cliffs until they break. Matchstick fishing boats struggle to resist, their anchors taut against the tide, but rollers coil and undertow persists, anchors are dragged and ropes untied. On the cliffs and on the […]
Written in Sunshine
Early this morning, as I was catching up with comments and prompts, I received an unexpected message: ‘Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 2 years ago. Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.’ This gave me some cheer on a Monday morning. Although I retired from teaching three years ago, […]
Weighing Time
We’re soothed by steady ticks and tocks of our old clock, gently knocking, rarely stopping to balance up the weight of time; unclogged by grime, fine polished gears count up the years. We put trust in its staring face, its plodding pace, its simple chime as it calls time. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
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