Invitation to the Tyburn Jig

In the shadow of the gallows, not far from the hangman’s noose, the young pick-pocket drowns in the shallow murk of a blindman’s holiday, once the jailer’s doused the glim. He was born under a threepenny planet, dipping wipers for a tot of lightning, dodging charlies and soul-drivers. Holed up in a gospel-shop, pot-valiant, he forgot […]

Birds of a Feather

Bellowing blarney in bare twigs, the oncoming storm is accompanied by gravel-rasp of crows and reverberating raven echoes. High above the ridge, the first appears, joined by a second artist of the air, wingtip to wingtip, rolling and diving, tearing apart the leaden shroud of cloud in a monsoon of rain and feathers: birds battling […]

Eating Poetry

The mille-feuille pastry of a freshly baked poem crumbles at the ferocity of the pen, fragile flakes fly, dotting pages with sugar, a sweetness that may turn stale if we try to savour it for too long. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest I’m hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at Imaginary Garden with […]

Ramshackle

Pitiless tides crash down crumbling cliffs, monuments of earth, chalk and stone, tossing grey-headed gulls like ramshackle skiffs amongst shattered shells and broken bones. Tattered terns gyre between columns of wind, soaked and salted by anarchic waves, battling the air with drowsy wings like ragbag, blustering buccaneers. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest […]

Radical

Scientists and builders envision a future skyscraper that devours smog: free radicals will mélange mist and fog, metaphor murk and mêlée confusion into melancholy morasses and disperse them into the sky as mellifluous gases. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics – Verbify Me!  Also linked to […]

Hubbub

Amongst my brain’s circuitry and conscious lucidity, are crepuscular spaces invaded by voices of the unborn and half-fledged. Poetic words worm and edge, scritch-scratching senses into phrases and sentences; ragged nightmares and dreams into outfits with hems and seams; proper poems with lines and stanzas; sonnets draped with velvets and organzas, haiku and tanka wrapped […]