In a blur of inner city (macular) de- generation, corporate vampires suck the blood of the nation, toppling steeples and […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Kju:
It’s no way to live, waiting for someone to give you a cue, come to the rescue: a soul on hold in the autocue with no words to say and nothing to do but wait for Godot in the queue – missing the cue. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on sensanostra.com My response to […]
The School of Time
I’ve attended this school For such a long time, Knowing that I will grow old And graduate, Take leave of stories we’ve told, Songs we played by ear And games we’ve won and lost. At the end, when the last chapter’s read, When the villain is dead and the heroine wed, Let me sleep with […]
(G)LOVE STORY
For the tenth time this year, one of my poems has been published on-line by Visual Verse. It’s on page 34 of this month’s edition, Vol 4, Chapter 01, which is full of fantastic poetry and prose, all based on one unusual image. You can find it at http://visualverse.org/.
After the Clocks Go Back
Shadows spill into living rooms; at four o’clock, car headlights blaze, terrace windows glow and televisions flicker. The trees know: their sap retreats, they shed their leaves, drops of colour pooling where they stand, swirls of colour blowing in the wind. Every afternoon, well before three, I pull on hat, gloves and Wellington greens for […]
Demon
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Creature #writephoto As this week will take us to Halloween, Sue has chosen a genuinely spooky photograph. This black creature with glowing eyes was captured on camera when she visited an ancient mine a few days ago.
Winter Ghosts
Bereft of winter ghosts, I dreamed all spring and sleepwalked through the summer until I noticed leaves and colours turning and suddenly the world was burning. Now tendrils of smoke are curling, twisting into shapes of ghosts and ghouls; damp rises from the earth each morning, creeping misty wraiths and lonely souls. All Hallows Eve […]
Elephants in the Room
Italy quakes in her boot and Roman ruins rumble: just gods playing games with ancient marbles! No Nero fiddling in the flames of the Calais Jungle: just men in hard hats […]
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 […]
First Glimpse
We were new to the North Norfolk coast and couldn’t agree what we loved the most: the flatness of the landscape, the drama of the clouds, the wind so loud, the skies so wide and flaming with gorgeous sunsets and expansive star-filled nights. In the charcoal-shadowed garden, listening to the sea beyond the dunes, I […]
writing in north norfolk 