The same age as me when I left, no older,you got in a stranger’s car with a new start in sight, a friend’s arm around your shoulder,steering you towards a life of which I was no part. The rear view was blocked, I moved a little closerto stand on the pavement, felt the drop of […]
Tag: Poets and Storytellers United
Moon and Fox
hunter’s moonreflected in amber eyesmonochrome fox Kim M. Russell, 4th October 2020 My offering to Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry #40: Dear Robo-Winter
Sensing October
I pull October from the mist,gather up the weavesafter the storm has tried to stripthe trees of blushing leaves. I wind them round my finger,the delicate wisps that lingerin fallen apples rottinginto cider scent, in dangling corpses of daddy-longlegsand dew-encrusted spider-webswoven in between red sunsetsand orange mornings. I untangle gossamer spanning timeand space to make […]
Glossolalia
Listen to the storm! It speaks in tonguesthrough a mouthful of leaves and windfallcores, a drunken lilt in its gale of a song. Listen to the storm! The tutting rainis gossiping through the windowpanein a language you will never tame. Listen to the storm! In the lingering draughtdown the chimney, from the windowsilland under the […]
A String of Pigeons
I count them on the power line:one, two, three, four, five pigeons,plump, grey, grumbling curmudgeons,with the occasional coyish coothat helped me througha pandemic void of company,a string of them, comical and pearly.Just before sunset,a window in the tumbling cloud,accompanied by a loudclap of wings, they explodelike fireworks that have lost their sparksinto the fading light,their […]
Insects and Stars in Jars
I have a poem in this month’s issue of Visual Verse, in which writers have been inspired by an image by Helen Marten. Once again, I’m in excellent company. You can find my poem on page 45 of Visual Verse Volume 7 Chapter 11 or you can go directly to the poem, entitled ‘Insects and […]
This is not goodbye
A part of me remainsin the branches of the willow tree,giggling in the honeysuckle,and writing poetryin dust you will never wipe away. I will linger in your shower steamand permeate each dream,smiling at your silly songs,I might even sing alongas long as you don’t mind. My body may be gonebut my spirit still sighs,this is […]
A phoenix poem must first burn
one ember ignitesinto undaunted new linesphoenix wings aflamepoems learn to fly againleaving their ashes behind Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2020 My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #36: ‘a phoenix first must burn’ Magaly is back this Wednesday, inviting us to birth new poetry or prose inspired by the phrase ‘a phoenix […]
Eavesdropping
i am eaves- dropping on the rain dripping and the leaves whispering spiralling autumn secrets in a richly coloured helix hoarding them in gutters leaving them in piles to rust disintegrate into delicate skeletons cart- wheeling into winter colliding with snowflakes and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2020 My quadrille for the dVerse […]
Breath
an inhalationpenetrating lungs and soulexhaled as a breathmolecules of life and deathrecycled in sweet repose Kim M. Russell, 2nd September 2020 My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #35: The Joy of Rest Rommy says that, in today’s over-busy world, we sometimes forget the importance of taking a break, and she would […]
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