We were driving across the flat North Norfolk landscape after a visit to my father-in-law, dark beet fields stretching out on both sides of the road and no other vehicles to be seen. It was dusk, the clouds were low and the car’s heater couldn’t shake the chill in the air. Light was fading fast. […]
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Ode to a Stranded Whale
You beach your beautyon the back of geo-magnetic storms. Spellbinding as pulsating northern lights,you offered songs to the nightbut were drawn by siren stars, lured off course and hurledthrough waves of coronal mass ejection,fought hard to correct your navigation. You collided with the shoreand now you lie, exposedto the cosmos, foamy flukes glinting in starlight,your […]
All-Seeing
Hourglass of stars, minted in a nebula not too far from Mars, bloodied rust of cosmic dust fills the sky – all-seeing eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Lookin’ Up! Lillian is our host for this Tuesday’s Poetics and she says she would like us all to look up […]
Kicking the Can
An ogre kicked in our front door. We listened, safe in bed, while he demanded with fearsome fist meat without gristle, bread without grist. He left mother a belter of a bouquet: purple pansies bloomed around her eyes, red roses dripped from her face. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Seven Days
I live in dark corners, a scuttling spider drawing you to my web. Ding dong dell, Pussy’s in the well, drowning in despair and dripping hair. The jerky gait on the video tape is a symptom of my pain, reflected in the depths of eyes that kill or drive you insane Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Kindness
We have lovely next-door neighbours, who are elderly and have suffered ill health, but they are always there for us. Soon after we moved in seventeen years ago, they invited us to a birthday party. When we go away, they have a key in case of emergencies. If I arrive home and they happen to […]
Erasing Shakespeare
Saucy and overbold beldam of death, mistress of charms, spite and wrath loves not you. Vessels and spells provide a dismal and a fatal end. Upon the corner of the moon, artificial sprites raise little spirit in a foggy cloud. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Look What […]
Slipping
The circus is over; curses escape rouged lips, the mask slips, dripping with clay lumpen and grey. Clown hands squeeze, poking dreams filled with screams trapped in a false face – a frozen grimace. Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: The Metaphorical Mask, also linked to earthweal open link […]
Bay Tree Blues (or Greens)
Your branches no longer rub against the gutter, there is no friendly creak in boisterous winds; your limbs were amputated, disintegrated in the garden shredder. You still stand strong, birds sing among shiny winter green leaves, while you breathe out your noble pepper aroma. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Do you dare…
to open the ramshackle gate and enter a shadowy place where gems masquerade as pebbles and bones; disturb the sleep of a petrified gnome; dig up burly clods of mud that turn into unblinking toadstones? Do you dare to feed them with earth-bound worms that squirm with spells cast in sifted loam; to purse your […]
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