bundles of letters sorted and tied up with string life’s contradictions Kim M. Russell, 1st August 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ “a bundle of contradictions” (from Anne Frank’s last letter) Susan has shared the last entry in Anne Frank’s diary and a range of quotations and poems on the Midweek Motif; […]
Tag: Midweek Motif
Our Wilderness
Our garden is a green wilderness, an overgrown, tangled wildness, where cats stalk zoetic shadows and deer graze freely beneath willows; dragonflies dart between clumps of nettles, ladybirds wander and butterflies settle. No flowers are tamed or lined up in rows; it’s rampant with honeysuckle and rambling rose. Ancient quince, plum and apple tumble from […]
Freed
I remember in 1986 a free concert on Clapham Common when Sade sang. Later, we raised our voices in a chorus to ‘Free Nelson Mandela’. Not long after, he took that long walk to freedom, with dignity and humility, shared his wisdom and showed how one man can unite many. He lived a long life, […]
Summer in Metropolis
The metropolis blooms in wavy heat among paving stones, glass and concrete sprouting with brightly coloured leisure-wear, and parks are littered with deckchairs, where office workers burn like toast as they unfold on the grass to roast. Ties are discarded in the office, water fountains and coolers promise a sparkle in after- noon aridity for […]
Careless
Sometimes, I can’t remember who I am. I look at photographs and wonder, where did she go, that carefree girl, that careful mother, so careless with herself? I often feel disjointed, as if part of me has broken off, a branch hanging, buffeted by the wind of time, and wonder, is it mine? When I […]
Being human…
we can trace desire in brushstrokes compose our feelings in a song dream that we are someone else all night long we write past, present and future find possibilities in words but we cannot swim like dolphins or swoop and dive like birds Kim M. Russell, 20th June 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek […]
Losing my Feet
As a child, I loved to run, to feel the ground pulsate as I began to pound and forge my rhythm into speed. Wind on face, the pull of muscle and the burning in my lungs were proof that I was still alive; I could lose my feet and fly. Kim M. Russell, 7th June […]
Nature Never Lies
Violets, forget-me-nots and pear-drop pink honeysuckle burst at the first hint of heat, spattering garden and street with sunshine. Somewhere, a blackbird sings solo and pearl-edged butterflies weave in and out of flowers flouncing their colours, true to nature’s word. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Truth This […]
Happiness in a Tea Cup
Fingers of light stroke the dew-soaked grass, sparkle in the dew, flicker through the willow; I raise the window blind and let them in. On my lap there’s a warm cat, in my hand my favourite cup of tea to sip. All around me calm and quiet – a poem blooms. Kim M. Russell, 17th […]
H2O
Although chemistry remains a mystery to me, I love the combination of hydrogen and oxygen: liquid that flows and trickles and drips, fills lakes and oceans, floats ships, quenches thirst and washes clean, sparkling foam, currents and waves, and the way the invisible […]
writing in north norfolk 