The power cut was over, the lights came on and the TV muttered to life. They opened my door to fetch a few bottles of beer and then forgot about me, standing in the shadows, my mushy insides knotting with ice crystals, shuddering. A week later, they found it, the source of a lingering stink they […]
Tag: Tuesday Poetics
Click
queues no, crowds no need no patience for to wait no time buy we on-line dissatisfaction we unload media on social to never people met we have politicians and celebrities of headlines in a blizzard sensational of stories if clicks no more there were the nettle grasp we might face of face to conversation human […]
Star Fishing
Once upon a van Gogh night more colourful than day, a shoal of stars, disturbed, took flight, and poured down from the sky. I couldn’t find a little boat to row on the cosmic sea, nor did I have a fishing-net to catch some dreams for me. I tossed and turned on my pillow, and […]
Peridot
I have never had pleasure in any kind of treasure and no sparkling diamond can be my best friend. But the peridot colours of an August garden delight me with greens and ochres, golden sunshine dancing in the sky, protection from the evil eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Waxing Rhetorical
Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
Rewind
We shut the front door and rewind the day, reining in squally autumn weather, and watch the sky together as storm smudged charcoal clouds soak up rain from macerated mud and leafy puddles. For a quiet twilight moment, orange and scarlet sun reigns again. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Magic
is the changing face of nature as summer slowly cedes to autumn: flocks of birds morph in a washed-out sky, kaleidoscopic shapes in preparation for arduous flights and winter migration; hedges drip with blood-red berries, green foliage metamorphoses into shades of amber, gold and rust, and that first leaf lands in grass and dust. Kim […]
