Gnats perform a ghostly slow gavotte, gathering like clouds in shafts of light, weaving, willowing wisps of curling smoke, drifting upwards and into the night: gathering, merging and dissipating, solemnly they join the twilight dance, fickle vampires flirting, mating, malign miasma of the Renaissance. Kim M. Russell, 2017 A swarm of gnats. Photograph: Martin Siepmann/Alamy […]
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Dayspring
I stride along a frostbound road, eager to watch the dawn unfold these creased and crumpled fields; hasten due east, towards the tight crack of the horizon squeezing out a gorgeous blood red sun, a genesis – a birth at the very edge of earth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Photograph by David Russell My […]
Whisper of Weather
Fog obscures the path, Whispering smoke Among naked trees, Drawing everything Into its grey embrace. Dogs and walkers loom, Then fade and disappear Into its muffled eeriness. I walk on and brush away The damp and chilly trace Of foggy fingers from my face. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image by David Russell My response to dVerse […]
Curls and Sand Castles
the cat’s curled up purring in my lap in my mind’s eye a curl of butter on a Bournemouth guest house breakfast plate the bob of your curly head as you built sand castles with moats the curl of waves and your contented smile Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille The […]
A Recipe for Insanity
eviscerate and bone me batter and bake me blind take my sweetness to the hard-crack stage and caramelise my mind splinter me brittle with mortar and pestle quadrille me with sanity fine-edged with a sharpening steel from your batterie de cuisine of the surreal Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics […]
Map of Scars
Barbed wire necklaces and stars, tracks of fading scars, isobars connecting moments on the contour map of life: childhood memories of cuts on knees, silvery stretchmarks or the ribbons you made yourself that held in grief when the pain was too much to bear. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
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 […]
Never Say Goodbye – a Quadrille for Walt
“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan Farewell until we see you again chasing your shadowy words, sewing them into rhyme, watching the time on the tick-tock crocodile clock. Never lose your Peter Pan spirit: in the Neverland of a virtual pub, a drink […]
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 […]
Night of Sparks
I remember my first 5th November: I was five, bundled up in coat, knitted gloves, scarf and hat, breathing smoke and stars, a fizzing sparkler in my hand, spellbound by the Catherine wheel spinning sparks on the garden fence – it cost Grandad sixpence. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
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