We grew up in flatswith too many stairs to the top,and yet I ran up them, braveand unafraid, morescared of the piss-scented liftthat always stoppedbetween floors. Accompanied by the roarof traffic speeding alongLondon Road, I’d pick my waybetween parked cars,where dads smoked,and mums called kids in to teafrom balconies on the upper floors. Plimsolled feet […]
Tag: London
Writing on the Pavement
On 2nd April I posted a poem called ‘Writing on the Wall’. This morning on Twitter, I saw photographs of something that’s happening around London: someone is writing the names and descriptions of trees below them in chalk. Now that’s what I call poetry!
Surprise
My husband is excellent at planning surprises. Among many others, he planned and organised a birthday party on a boat on the Norfolk Broads with family and friends and a two-night stay in Cambridge, all without me having an inkling of what he was up to. But the most wonderful night I remember was on […]
Invisible London
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – ABC Poem Against the constant Backing track of traffic, Common sounds of the city Drum in an Ever-present hum. Fixed in the haloes of street lights, Glimpses of passing faces, Hurrying home; In shop windows and shattered bus-stop glass, Jazzy Kaleidoscope of Lights. Morning […]
Stranger on a Red Bus
London buses Pulse like blood Through the veins of the city The place where humanity Churns In a constant surge Of change And a face in a window Marks one moment In the life of a stranger Before the bus rumbles on Towards the next stop © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk
Office Suite
clamorous jangling of city jazz jars senses cars jam streets clarion horns blare between metallic frames and glass shimmying with light cold steel and concrete fingers point skywards skyscrapers reflected in a paperweight on an empty desk © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on en.wikipedia.org This is a poem I revived using some of Helena Nelson’s […]
This is the last poem this morning …
I have to leave the house! Update : It wasn’t quite the last one after all! London Underground Iconic masterpiece map An abstract landscape Of lines and colours On the Tube All that matters Is the next station Time, distance and direction Are almost irrelevant As you fly through tunnels Of darkness and light Rocking […]
Back home to an empty house and another rejection
I got off the train from London last night and discovered that it had been raining again – it had been dry in London! I spent Friday night with my daughter. We had a delicious Moroccan meal with one of my oldest friends; we’ve known each other since we were eleven years old and it was wonderful […]
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