We kneaded the dough together, your small hands and mine, fingers probing for elusive elasticity. You picked basil from the pot on the windowsill, rubbing the leaves, breathing in each pungent puff. We cried onions, tasted tangy tomato and snacked hungrily on chewy cheese as we chopped and sliced. At the pizza restaurant in the […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Subjugation
In the spring of 1940, in the season of renewal and birth, twenty two thousand men gasped their last defiant breath as bullets exploded in their heads. Now, frozen in bronze, the Katyn Pieta kneels before the powerful wings and sword of the Angel of Death, cradling one of the fallen dead. There’s a hole […]
Garden Guests
Dawn quietude is rippling with the ecstatic chortling of birds, some overjoyed that last year’s nest survived the winter, others splatting mud and leaves, building new nests in trees and under eaves in a frenetic festival of spring. By July, nests have exploded, their broods unloaded into the summer sky, without a goodbye they are […]
Wroclaw by Night
Night populates the city, black ink spilling over pavements, splashing quiet corners, filling squares and parks, water- falling down the riverbank, soaking a couple as they hurry from one island of sodium light to another, across the Love Bridge, an anchor for younger hearts padlocked to railings. On the far bank, night is celebrated with a candle-cake […]
Spring Madness
after months of darkness shivering under winter’s harness hope blossoms in the trees spring wafts on the breeze as she transports her flounder back to where she found her beached by a turbulent wave floundering in a sandy grave she rescued Neptune’s daughter and kept her in a globe of water until after months of […]
Afternoon in Wroclaw
Autumn sepia-tints gathering clouds copper: at three o’clock the day is already drawing curtains on a red and white chimney rising from the other bank of the Oder, piercing the horizon, its smoke a white wind sock frozen while the weather takes a breath. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
The Meeting of the Ways
How many poets and songwriters Have written about the parting of the ways? What about the time when they first meet, When eyes lock, lips touch, fingers tangle As you wander together down the same street? The only signs you need are body language, Exploration of thought and tongue, Locked in a metaphysical conversation Where […]
Acedia
I wallow like a walrus In my laziness, Unable to work or play Or even pray, Scrawling somatic lingua franca On the walls of my acedia. I remain in front of the television, Ignoring my friends’ derision, Watching soaps from the Antipodes. When the doorbell rings, I pull myself to my knees, Uncoil my spine […]
At About Six O’clock
I watch morning creep through the blind, a peeping tom or sneak thief invading our room. You are still a shadow hunched in the middle of the bed, soothed by the loud ticking of the clock imitating the rhythm of heavy rock, while I savour sizzling silence. I pad barefoot down the stairs to feed […]
The Seafarer’s Garden – Reprise
Merged in a wash of blatant blue, Ocean and sky meet in a kiss, The seafarer surveys the view, Standing alone in private bliss That slopes down to a steep cliff’s edge, Scattered with feverfew and sedge, Where each brash dahlia tempts a bee. But a sailor cannot forget the sea: Like ships’ masts coming […]
writing in north norfolk 