For months frayed foliage has covered earth, the agèd year is faded to sepia shades and now it turns again to white and grey with early dusk as winter draws its breath. The frigid bite of January’s mellowed, outdone by the aroma, as it lingers, of yeast and flour wafting from your fingers, familiar scent […]
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A Sudden Sonnet
On a dark December morning, invisible in sea mist, Norfolk beet fields whisper wind. Silent poplars, stripped of their leafy dress, oppressed by the closeness of gunmetal clouds, flank the lane. Tarmac glistens with overnight rain, the sky threatens to split again and has leached all colour. Suddenly, in the hedgerow, I see the silhouette […]
A Quiet Place
This is a quiet place: a collection of moments, a still languid lake that swallows each drop of rain and cries tears of memories in watery reflections. Wistfully blue complexions shimmer with light and shadow, split by the occasional kingfisher or dragonfly, the only chinks in a diluted sky. Kim M. Russell, 2nd December 2018 […]
November Dawn
Morning creeps on feline feet gentle and velvety dark, clambers over the garden gate and lands in dewy grass. She dances in between the trees, her light translucent glass, leaving dewy diamonds wherever her feet pass. Kim M. Russell, 29th November 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Morning Poem Sumana asks us to […]
After Rain
the scent of autumn that sweet smell of decaying leaves stronger after rain the scent of autumn seasonal melancholy distilled in amber that sweet smell of decaying leaves wraps the drowsy soil a golden blanket stronger after rain it mingles with petrichor colour turns to grey Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2018 My response to […]
Becoming an Alien
blue veins pulse marbled mud skin has become reptilian breasts desiccated, juiceless buds amber hair is now dusty grey a heart that once soared now only thuds have I become an alien? Kim M. Russell, 15th November 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Ode to Age Sumana is hosting this week with an […]
November Poppies
the war was over her childhood sweetheart didn’t return and those blood-red out-of-season poppies bloomed each year in November Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Cherita also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry This weekend Marian brings us the cherita, a form created by […]
Escape to Make-Believe
facts are cold with hard edges they keep me awake at night I crave the misty blur of make-believe and fiction when imagination slips between the covers I am in another world place or time and even though they were written by another the facts are all mine Kim M. Russell, 8th November 2018 My […]
Losing Your Head
You lost your tiny mind and the hot blood of night was a painful cure. The dark satellite of a world that’s dead to you offers only a corpse and the cold ashes of a burnt out heart. Salome’s breakfast platter offers a selection of fresh fruit, eggs over easy and a prophet’s severed head. […]
Back from the Deep
A word wrestles between twisted lips, eyes are sunken like two wrecked ships and her nose erupts from a festering face. Dragging behind her a fisherman’s net, hauntingly humming the Flower Duet, she staggers along the pitch-black shore. Studded with limpets and barnacles, lashed with seaweed and pinned with corals, she’s draped in a lacy […]
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