There are millions of grains of sandburning red in the midday sun,tiny works of art, alightbefore the day has begun. Irritated beneath the aching feetof camels and nomads, gritconjures a pearl in its oyster eye,a mirage in the distance, where an antique rose withers againand again, forever thirsty for rain. Kim M. Russell, 23rd October […]
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Poem
Long gone are days of turf and mud, green fields rising in mist and rain; old cords were cut and never tied again, but ours endures, a cord of blood. We have squared the fairy ring of mushrooms, magical and bathed in dew, we’ve come full circle, me and you, my changeling born in autumn […]
Poem in 44 Words
PO – is the in – breath, the in – flow of in – spiration, an opening to be filled to overflowing. A pause allows words to form, lines to come together, to be one, a symphony of expression in the outbreath, the humming of the mantra – EM Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response […]
Wakeful
First flush of morning percolates through crepuscular dreams, lays first thoughts behind sleep-encrusted lids. Words hatch and squirm, caterpillars to feed the hungry birds of creativity. No point in wrestling with the behe- moths that eat holes in the rags of night, let in first light. It’s time to write. Kim M. Russell, 2017 ‘Dance […]
Poem in the Drunken Violet Review
I am delighted that the Drunken Violet Review has included another of my poems in its April/May issue. Please go on over and visit their website!
Another Cinderella
Fairy tales are never true, happy endings are not for me and you, pinioned by our rustic lives as daughters, sisters, mothers, wives. With the future so uncertain, we cower behind our dingy curtains, praying for footmen, never a prince – they’d be so much harder to convince that beneath our neglected exteriors breathe princesses, […]
Night of Sparks
I remember my first 5th November: I was five, bundled up in coat, knitted gloves, scarf and hat, breathing smoke and stars, a fizzing sparkler in my hand, spellbound by the Catherine wheel spinning sparks on the garden fence – it cost Grandad sixpence. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Wish in a Box
Cardboard box, Small and silver-grey, Base and lid, Ribbon-tied In burgundy – when shaken, There’s a rattle from inside. Held within, A globule of glass, Cold to touch, Copperish, Farewell gift from a pupil: An inscribed talisman wish. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 88 Talisman, October 6, 2016 Today […]
Preparing for a Winter’s Night
After a winter of incessant rain, Fields have turned into floodplains; The village cricket pitch impersonates a lake In which bedraggled crows leave gulls in their wake. The weather has turned cold; An icy wind has taken hold, Stinging cheeks and numbing fingers. Slipping slowly, the weak sun lingers. Into a diluted sunset, birds take […]
Cold Fence
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge # 94 Even the tracks of thorny wire lean Towards the early morning sun Tangled in tufts of icy grass Held fast By solid snow Soaked By slow Weak rays of light The cold fence Gives up the fight And sags A little more © Kim M. Russell, […]
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