I admit it, I’m a bibliotaph; I can’t bear to give books away, Craving their mute, faceless pages And the familiar aroma Of their guts That reminds me of tidewater – Fake memories on a breeze – With a hint of wisteria. I step up to the shelf and it occurs to me That I […]
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Go n-éirí an bóthar leat
Amongst night-black Blanket bogs and silver-green Crags that thrust towards the welkin, Dull flanks of split stones Ever reaching Field to field, Glimmer with quartz in the low light’s spill. Helter-skeltering on ragged Inky wings down the wintry chill, Jackdaws splash the sun, off Kilter, in and out of cloud shadows. Long lanes tip up […]
A Secret Chord
in a minor chord they’re singing Hallelujah the broken the faithful even those who needed proof opening their hearts in a blaze of light nothing on their tongues but one word to be heard a holy hallelujah in a secret chord © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P Shadorma & Beyond – […]
Surprises
In a blur of inner city (macular) de- generation, corporate vampires suck the blood of the nation, toppling steeples and […]
Home Comforts
I sit at my desk, reading, thinking and writing, listening to the radio or checking news and weather on-line. Outside in our wild garden, leaves swirl in gusts of wind. Squalls of icy rain make patterns on the window and by half past three it’s already getting dark. Inside, it’s bright and cosy, with our […]
The Gnome in my Garden
In our forest of a garden, Beneath the corkscrew willow, Reclines a sleeping gnome; We’re happy that he lies there And the garden is his home. He gives me inspiration Among the wildlife and flowers: I can see him from the window As I write in daylight hours. When everyone is sleeping And I am […]
Lost in Middle-earth
I was introduced to J. R. R. Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings trilogy by a girl I befriended in my first year at grammar school. I was eleven years old, I’d passed the eleven-plus exam, one of a handful of girls from my South London junior school, and now I was regularly lost in […]
Art Therapy
The child deconstructs her picture, scraping curls of black crayon; swirls of firework wraiths appear and a hive of red, orange and yellow bees swarms from the smoke of a waxy night. Opposite her, a woman, bright and bedizened in gold rings, ear hoops and bangles that glitter in the flecks of kind eyes, searches […]
The World Within
Like those painted Russian dolls, They organised her World within a world. Living out of suitcases, Tended like a hot–house orchid, Feeling like a caged bird, Everything was planned. She lived through music, The only language Everyone can understand, And danced late at night In her hotel room to her favourite Rock and roll band. […]
The Poet Answers
Answer Morning – Where is the moon – Where are the stars – Where are the dreams? Ah, said Morning – Where is the dew – Where are the birds – Where are the poems? Sparkled the Sun – Where is your pen – Where are the words – Where are the rhymes? Here, said […]
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