Morning breaks slowly; in the emerging light, robins and blackbirds rehearse their words, tuning up quietly before they release their songs like raindrops into the stream of morning birdsong to seep into my dream. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform Poems in April Day 30: […]
Tag: Poems in April
Souls
Why does the Earth keep turning, rolling back the night each morning? Where do we keep our souls? When will the sun stop burning and the moon stop shining? Why can’t we see our souls? How do we not stop breathing until the point of dying? Is that when we become souls? Kim M. Russell, […]
Play for Me
Backlit by counterpoints of sunlight, your face a harmony of shadows, fingers merge with black and white, release major chords of red and yellow, and mournful minors, grey and blue. They shift between darkness of minus and lightness of plus, shades of you and me, until a sunbeam, dotted with motes of a melody, breaks […]
Children at a Refugee Camp
Wide eyes and swollen bellies, bruises on the soul: honeyed drips of birdsong. Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 27: In a Station of the Metro Today Toni is hosting and she reminds us that there are only three more days to go […]
Chimney Pot
On warm days, when the fire’s unlit, one or two pigeons often sit on the roof and on a chimney pot, where, of course, it’s no longer hot and there’s no chance of being choked by the ever-swirling smoke of winter. In spring and summer, when I’m busy in the kitchen, I hear the pigeons’ […]
Rain
These curtains so accurately drawn in water on my windowpane remind me of briny tears, the way they ran in perfect vertical lines down the misty windscreen with the broken windscreen wiper that day on the storm tossed seafront. Even the urchin seagulls hugged the gritty beach. Who knew that distance could hurt so much? […]
Patterns of Ice and Water
We are frozen, Ice Age wasteland distilled in our bones and cart-wheeling in the blizzard of the imagination. We move together with clouds, snow and water, in a geometric dance, tessellated into landscapes of free-art fractal frost. We are wind patterns on snow, hoar frost flowers and lonely glaciers until, one morning, the skeins of […]
After Sunset
It’s as late as afternoon can get, the in-between time, when the light is low and golden on the brink of night, and the horizon is haunted by the silhouette of a spiny hawthorn tree blossoming white. The witch of Beltane protects us from the bite of vampires and other creatures of darkness, yet allows […]
Clouds in my Coffee
I stir my coffee with a sticky spoon, feel the grit of sugar where my wrist rests on the table. Big clouds loom, push eastwards and then turn to mist. A rain shower comes and goes. Customers shake umbrellas and rain coats in the doorway of this sad café. In the steam, a small biplane […]
Maenad Madness
What you doing with that ivy, sister? Pretending it’s a snake like that one on Instagram. Didn’t we get wasted last night, man! Yeah, we had a right scream! My lips are still black with all the red wine. My head’s all over the place with ecstasy. LOL – mine’s so bad I can’t see. […]
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