I have an ornate cardboard box, quite large, with lid and metal handle, stuffed to overflowing with tangible memories, crackling paper photographs. I treasure most the black and white that echo with my mother’s laugh, when her eyes were wide and bright, her skin was smooth and her hair was soft, when she could lift […]
Tag: Tuesday Poetics
Bus Ride through Suburbia
The-park-and-ride, flanked by fields and trees, sits on the outskirts, cheap and convenient for the city. I guide my ageing car between parallel rows of shiny four-by-fours and hatchbacks, following the one-way arrows. A patient elderly queue is waiting at the bus stop, checking timetable and watches, anxious to get to the shops. The bus […]
Cracked Open
Bare earth rose: buckled, eroded craggy outcrops on the horizon, exposed to a breathless sky and Aurora’s lotus sun. Kim M. Russell, 2017 ‘Cracked Open’ by Ally Saunders My response to Tuesday Poetics: Ally Saunders – A Closer Look This week Mish is hosting Poetics and has a guest: Ally Saunders, an artist from Nanaimo, […]
Radical
Scientists and builders envision a future skyscraper that devours smog: free radicals will mélange mist and fog, metaphor murk and mêlée confusion into melancholy morasses and disperse them into the sky as mellifluous gases. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics – Verbify Me! Also linked to […]
Weaving
A weaver, when she has prepared her loom, Lifts and depresses threads using a comb, A rigid heddle to help create a gap And stop the cloth collapsing in her lap. She knots and loops a rainbow of design With different wools and silks, both thick and fine, Depending on the outcome of it all: […]
Waiting for No One
They say time waits for no one, moving on, a tractor along a furrow, turning dark soil like broken chocolate into tomorrow, rattling through the season. We, like seagulls, follow, grey-headed envoys in the air, cursing the changing atmosphere. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on http://flickrhivemind.net/Tags/gulls,tractor/Interesting My response to dverse Poets Pub Tuesday’s Poetics – It’s […]
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 […]
Deluge (again)
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Drought or Deluge After weeks of summer drought, It’s pouring again, Fluidity fluctuating between Short showers and torrential rain. Outside, the cat pounces On each drop that bounces; Liquid diamonds gush down shoots To be guzzled up by dehydrated roots; Water butt and gutters bubble, Overflowing […]
