Hourglass of stars, minted in a nebula not too far from Mars, bloodied rust of cosmic dust fills the sky – all-seeing eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Lookin’ Up! Lillian is our host for this Tuesday’s Poetics and she says she would like us all to look up […]
Tag: Tuesday Poetics
Seven Days
I live in dark corners, a scuttling spider drawing you to my web. Ding dong dell, Pussy’s in the well, drowning in despair and dripping hair. The jerky gait on the video tape is a symptom of my pain, reflected in the depths of eyes that kill or drive you insane Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Slipping
The circus is over; curses escape rouged lips, the mask slips, dripping with clay lumpen and grey. Clown hands squeeze, poking dreams filled with screams trapped in a false face – a frozen grimace. Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: The Metaphorical Mask, also linked to earthweal open link […]
Leaving the Library
Inside the library, readers are turning leaves, devouring stories and stuffing words up sleeves to ponder at their leisure, while some are just hiding from the autumn weather. Outside the library and just inside the door, brittle leaves skitter in huffs of dust across the floor, cart-wheeling freely, while some are just hiding from the […]
Defrosted Landscape
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 […]
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 […]
