They wait for spring, those intimate winter trees at the end of the garden: unadorned birches tall, bare and skeletal white trunks shining, patient old friends chilled through with icy winds and frost each morning. Kim M. Russell, 9th February 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Just One Word: Sensation, also linked […]
Tag: Poets United
Outstaying our Welcome
“You are a guest of nature” (Hundertwasser) boots crush vernal grass and clover barley heads droop the once living quilt of meadow has shrivelled up and died and the earth shivers with fear as the sun climbs ever higher above the blasted pasture of the biosphere while humans bandy words like ‘zero tolerance’ they neglect […]
The Point of Return
pristine pages of possibility flutter out the window into the sky fragile words on wings of air hovering ready to fall […]
Darkness of Childhood
Darkness is the murk where a monster lurks and the gulp of sky in the depths of night when no stars glisten and no moon listens to the hoot of an owl or a wild wolf’s howl. Darkness is the smother beneath the covers when you get it in your head something’s under the bed […]
Heart and Other Beats
With the sarcastic percussion of fingers on the table top, my heart used to skip a beat. I longed for the comforting generosity of chimes in a summer garden instead of the irascible crash of cymbals, a teenage girl flouncing out the door; I don’t hear that any more. Kim M. Russell, 26th January 2019 […]
Giants once roamed here… (revised)
in a mist that rolls along the North Sea coast. Looming through thousands of years, woolly mammoths weathered waves on a journey to extinction. Among mounds of stones and sand at the foot of crumbling cliffs, where Norfolk juts its chin, waves roll out and crash back in, devouring the coast from Yarmouth to King’s […]
This poet needs…
to ease the itch of words that wake her up at night; to sing in a different language, one with imagery and bite; to linger in lines where no other poet has been yet; to smile to herself when other people get where she comes from and what she needs. Kim M. Russell, 24th January […]
A Frosty Night
On this frosty night, stars blow themselves to smither- eens and fall like feathers. Silvery hisses and splutters of white noise in my ears rush like the ocean on shingle, a symphony of moonlight, on this frosty night. Kim M. Russell, 19th January 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Mustn’t […]
Tightropes and Stilts Revisited
The long and precarious tightrope walk stopped when I left the big top of teaching. Now I walk on creative stilts, sometimes teetering, sometimes tumbling into a safety net of words and rhyme. I don’t worry because I have the time. Kim M. Russell, 17th January 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ […]
Apple Blossoms
branches fracture sun in spilling apple blossoms the valley awakes branches fracture sun awash with shiny spangles early morning dew in spilling apple blossoms a bumblebee cavorts with pollen’s sweetness the valley awakes a flood of pastel petals welcoming the day branches fracture sun they finger-paint the dawn sky with smudges of cloud awash with […]
writing in north norfolk 