Six o’clock is muted; A few birds mutter tentatively As if morning is disputed, Unsure of their internal clocks Due to the absent Crowing of the neighbour’s cock. The sky is opaque with autumn mist The colour of an old vest. Hanging from the pinch of plastic pegs, Limp washing drips. Silence sizzles. And then, […]
Tag: Poems
A Recipe for Insanity
eviscerate and bone me batter and bake me blind take my sweetness to the hard-crack stage and caramelise my mind splinter me brittle with mortar and pestle quadrille me with sanity fine-edged with a sharpening steel from your batterie de cuisine of the surreal Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics […]
Aerial Comes of Age
For the eleventh time this year, one of my poems has been published on-line by Visual Verse. It’s on page 14 of this month’s edition, Vol 4, Chapter 02, which is full of fantastic poetry and prose, all based on one unusual image. You can go to visual verse.org and read all the prose and poetry, […]
Little Hunter
I’ve been watching at the window for a little hunter to glide across the garden towards the house. I’ve spotted it in the tall trees and landing on the broken gate, hunting a mouse. Sometimes it steeps razor talons in soil, tugging on earthworms and toppling when they crack. I’m hoping that one morning soon […]
Map of Scars
Barbed wire necklaces and stars, tracks of fading scars, isobars connecting moments on the contour map of life: childhood memories of cuts on knees, silvery stretchmarks or the ribbons you made yourself that held in grief when the pain was too much to bear. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
Lumpen Nightmare
Mask of clay, damp, lumpen and grey, fills mouth, eyes, ears and wrinkles as it seeps into skin. Thrown on a nightmare wheel, it permits the dusty bogeyman to poke holes in dreams, fill them with ceramic screams. Hands wet with pulling and squeezing sweat, you mould the lump of clay into your own face. […]
The Future and the Fourth Dimension
I shall be setting my watch and all the clocks to space time, the fourth dimension and time dilation, so I will be able to stretch it out into infinity and beyond: lightyears of exploration, sitting in my tin can with Poe, Wells and Major Tom. They say the future is just around the corner: I […]
Goose Music
Chain-stitching a rosy sunset, geese arrive in a cloud of fieldfares and redwings, a blizzard of snow buntings blown north to south. There’s an explosion of wings, no soaring, no gliding, just metronomic beating and a goose symphony of honks and whistles. The water ripples, in a shower of drops they rise and fade Into […]
Chairoplane
Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image by Sara Shakeel My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #141
Waves like Arabian Stallions
(covering Patti Smith’s ‘Horses’) in a sea of possibilities I’m surrounded by waves like stallions horses coming from all directions noses flaming white manes shining stars in the black mare of night up against a sea wall I seize the first possibility in a crash of waves coming in like Arabian stallions lapping into sea […]
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