Merry Christmas, aged librarian, your gift is wrapped in rosemary and thyme to protect your memories from mould and dust and enhance your sparkling metaphor and rhyme. This Christmas gift, Boris, is wrapped in a hanky; we can’t afford wrapping, so please don’t be cranky. We need all our money to rescue the country from […]
Tag: Meeting the Bar
winter woodland
now is the time to explore you in misty light so low you become one inky shadow birch, ash, beech and oak let go of leafy glamour long ago abandoning piles of copper and gold now your copses are barefaced and bold your glimmering gnarly branches hold mulchy aromas of moss and fungus I long […]
Dark Future
You go to sleep and wake to a steady drip and wonder if it’s radioactive or pure and clear, like the streams you once knew. Above ground, no fresh water remains: no trace of rain or cloud or sky. There is just the twilight of your cave, the weak rays that find their way through […]
Passing Rain
The echo of distant rain started to muffle the air and, all too soon, distance was lost to cloud closing in like wet sheep, and sheeting rain that dripped and drummed, persistent and loud on the roof. The willow in the garden blazed with green moss and elaborate dripping lichen, while I stood dazed at […]
Pop Quadrille
the art of quantum physics energetically pops and fizzes on impudent protruding tongues bright and tripping acid tones orange, blue and green on Andy’s silver screen from the depths of velvet underground to a star man spaced out in outer space on Einstein’s face Kim M. Russell, 10th October 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Repair
The puncture in my heart has been slow to mend. What the bumpy road tore apart is melding slowly, patched and glued together. It will take more than all my years to remount the bicycle of life, pump the pedals faster, blow fears away with breeze through hair and gasp of stuttering breath, to repair […]
A Message from the Crows
She lingers by the lane, in the interregnum of autumn, an exhalation of green, watching glossy crows gather over stubbled fields of faded ochre, sewn delicately with bales and rustling with dragonflies. The end-of-day sun casts a murder of shadows, letters from above, the winged initials of her one true love. Kim M. Russell, 12th […]
Feline Mystery
Sometimes, the mystery of a cat lies in the luminescence of its eyes, the blue, green or amber sparks as it finds its way home in the dark. At other times, it’s the touch of a whisker as it passes by without a whisper. Through an open window, there’s a whisper of leaves in the […]
Dizain Limbo
What is this twilight, this world of shadow? It’s neither day nor night, this crumbling ledge. In our innocence, we named it limbo, and think we know it well, this fiery edge of hell, where even demons’ pinions fledge. Yet the painful glow of eternity is tempting when compared with the empty uncertainty – even […]
Eco-logical Lai
fruits of muddy shores crested waves before sparkled wanting to know more tempted to explore startled by this sky of ours millions of stars buried in Earth’s store extinct dinosaurs marvelled ancient bones galore crashed like meteors thankful how can we ignore life in ocean’s store? Kim M. Russell, 9th May 2019 My response to […]
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