Before knowledgeand creativity,all that humankind hadwas naivety:footprints left on a beach,handprints on cave walls,the remains of simpleartisanal tools –the beginnings of civilisationin a flourishing green world,unaware they wouldbe discoveredthousands of milesfrom their origins,thousands of yearsafter their last breaths,along the North Sea’scrumbling cliffs. Kim M. Russell, 5th March 2024 Free image found on Pexels It’s Tuesday, […]
Tag: Tuesday Poetics
Hares Leaping
February’s about to give wayto March winds and galesthat set catkins dancing,and owls hooting and cryingtheir music of the night. But they’re creatures of air;spirits of spring are hares,boxing and leaping all overfield and hedgerow with spring fever –shadowy bookends to the working day. Kim M. Russell, 27th February 2024 Image by Mathias Elle on […]
Lost
I think I’velost my mind; it’s beena while since I felt anything. I lockedmyself away in case it broke like an egg insidemy head. If you gave me yourhand, I’d give you my heart,only it’s shapedlike a box,and lost with my mind forthe last few weeks. Kim M. Russell, 20th February 2024 Image by Gaelle […]
Words Above the Door
This is a space for books and words,stories and poetry live here,with enormous windows for watching birds,cats and occasional deer.The garden outside is wild and green,a space filled with shrubs and trees,while the inside breathes imagination;when you enter, a line or a poem, please,or a prayer for further creation.Bric-a-brac fills all available space,on the walls […]
(G)love Story
Enclose my hand with yourslike a glove of velvet or woolthat swallows my hand whole. Caress my tingling fingerswith the fabric of your soul,whether rough or smooth. Let me slip into every finger-hole,feel the warmthand comfort of weft and warp. Enclose my hand with yours. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Detail from Man with a Glove […]
Music of the Moorings
A sunny afternoon spent by themoorings watching boats; a smelldrifts off the water ofsun cream, lazy days and freedom,when days are long and warm,and barbecues singe gentle winds.Holidaymakers escape the limits ofsweltering city life in summer;I watch them navigate the dyke as I lingernear a patch of water lilies inthe shade of trees. I feel […]
Dancing, Naturally
A murmur of whirring wings,an eddy of starlingsconverges and separatesin the helices and pirouettesof an aerial ballet. Follow the moon and Earthas they trip a tantriclight fantastic,cheek to cheek, face to face,inhaling each other’s breath. Why let words get stucksomewhere between uswhen hands and bodies talk?Express them in movement,in the way you dance and walk! […]
Woman of Earth
she aroseout of soil and mud all but swept from shimmering lightPandora, womanof flesh and blood her heart the slow beat of the forestnaïve and curiousbeautiful and mysterious whisper of a tree- top windwith only a stopperedjar of clay to her name imbued with nectar of the godshappy to be given lifeto become a wife […]
The City I Grew Up In
We grew up in flatswith too many stairs to the top,and yet I ran up them, braveand unafraid, morescared of the piss-scented liftthat always stoppedbetween floors. Accompanied by the roarof traffic speeding alongLondon Road, I’d pick my waybetween parked cars,where dads smoked,and mums called kids in to teafrom balconies on the upper floors. Plimsolled feet […]
Robin Prints Across the Page
They say that a robin is a sign,a visit from a loved onefrom the other side. Chill January breathhaunts me on the anniversaryof my mother’s death, her favourite bird follows meround the garden,cocks its head and eyes me, leaves invisible spoorsacross a blank page,a love letter of sorts carving a pain in my heart,lingering grief […]
writing in north norfolk 