I wear a silver totem on a chain, another on an heirloom brooch; when I’m low and see a dragonfly hovering on the water’s edge among water lilies, reeds and sedge, I think of grandmother’s spirit and, shimmering with joy and light, my transformed soul takes flight and I become myself again. Kim M. Russell, […]
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Lovely As
A poem lovely as flight is when I can follow the light of sun, moon or stars, navigate the earth’s magnetic field, exploring new paths revealed like a bird, and always know my flyway home. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: A Poem Lovely As […]
Back to School
In the first week of childhood’s September, going back to school was unreal, when I discovered a new sense of smell: I inhaled new uniform, shoes and plimsolls, and the scent of sharpened pencils in satchels. I breathed stale lost property masked with polish from parquet floors of classrooms and the hall; chalk-free blackboards and […]
A Plea to Poseidon
I ignore big ships silently trudging the horizon, scan the weathered citadel of seabirds, guano island, bleached and weather-worn, sharp as the eye teeth of a siren, the stench hovering like halitosis. Oh Poseidon! Send us rain to percolate the rockscape, moon and stars to embellish the seascape. Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2018 My […]
Mother’s Algebra
Joined still to her mother’s placental algebra, she solves puzzles of love, life and parabola; sucking subtractions at a withering breast, expressing equations many years suppressed. Mathematics learned at the maternal knee curves and circles into geometry. Kim M. Russell, 9th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild […]
Unseen to the Naked Eye
In the prelude to a storm, I watch the sky bruise, hear thunder introduce lightning in a breath before it pirouettes across the sky. As the show fades into the distance, ghosts appear in a pale fluttering of moths filling the garden with clouds. Unseen to the naked eye, in the grass or in the […]
Ash Blooms
He extinguished his cigarette in her unfinished glass of gin – the ash rose to the surface, broke the meniscus and bloomed into grey flowers that reeked of tobacco. She paid the waitress and walked out of the door, leaving him with the smoky bouquet. Kim M. Russell, 5th August 2018 My response to Imaginary […]
Meeting Myself
In the midst of a crowd on a city street, I feel the pavement beneath my feet and the blinding sun is in my eyes; I can’t see the faces of passers-by who jostle me with their bags and elbows and I know that it’s time I headed home. I’m passing by my favourite store, […]
Breaking the Silence
the moon greets the dawn shimmering from night’s silent well breaking the stark silence of a winter morning, a single crow calls in sleep’s dark cocoon there are sounds no one else can hear beyond the heart beat, air in lungs and surge of blood in ears from the depths of sleep, muffled ticks are […]
Seaside Sonnet
The ice cream drip of summer days leaves sticky stains on memories steeped in salt and vinegar, candy floss, egg sandwiches and seaside rock. Faded black and white photos lack the sunny glare of beach towels, the welcome rainbow of parasols, barking dogs and beach balls bouncing in the sea and then the thrill of […]
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