we mutter and complain about missing the news again the stereo stops playing and we live off sandwiches for a while candles flicker inside stars twinkle outside silence is a palpable buzzing and crackling inside ears and heads so we feed it with words that might not otherwise have been said. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Tag: Weekend Mini Challenge
My Dearest Book
I wrote you a love poem but I can’t remember how I found you: you were simply there, when the day before you were not. Your black and white circus of dreams was marvellously prefabricated and you easily enchanted me into your circular paths, drew me to your bonfire’s heat. Your acrobats and fortune-tellers thrilled, […]
Uncomplicated…
as a bubble on a puddle, the minutiae of life inside its dome; as a single pearl on silk, soft hair parted by a comb, a fresh egg or a glass of milk; as blades of grass mingling with a buttercup’s golden glow; as the crisp tingling when the accolade of rain stops – and everything […]
Words out of Leaves out of Words
A perfect russet leaf for her to press between the leaves of sonnets, caught on her sweater, tucked into her pocket, gave her the words she wrote on her note pad of new po- ems . Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Out of Your Own Words […]
The Shadiness of Willows
In the glaucous state of becoming, she recalled the words she was singing in her dream: ‘Willow weep for me’. Her hair was delicate branches, her thoughts rain-scented leaves. She had been warned not to cry beneath a willow. Now it clasped her in an everlasting embrace and the grooves in its trunk traced the lines […]
Christopher’s Pearl
I know your silhouette so well, your Baroque rotundity a pearl that has adorned the skyline for three centuries and more, and survived the destructive fires of war. You have witnessed eminent weddings, funerals and celebrations, of which reverberations still whisper round your gallery, an everlasting litany. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest […]
A Single Sprig
Tangible tranquillity crescendos throughout the day, reaching a climax at dusk. In woody eucalyptus of a sprig of rosemary, the town has remembered me. In its low, glowering skies, swarms of midges and horseflies, my wild memories linger. Kim M. Russell, 2017 wild memories – image by Magaly Guerrero (@magalyguerreroindarkerwords) My response to Imaginary Garden […]
Granddad’s Garden
Confined to house and wireworks walls, he was a caged animal picking tiny nuggets of copper from boot soles like thorns from paws. Every week day, at one for dinner and at five for tea, deep in the fabric of his work clothes and his very being, he carried home the metallic tang of blood […]
Poetic Purring
At peep of morning I hear the soft pad of a poem on the bedroom floor. A darker shadow sharpens in the gloom of my room and jade gems burn amber in strengthening beams of light. Verbs of velvet paws, sharp nouns and adjectives of claws swipe and glint at dust motes forming into stanzas. […]
Heart’s Compass
I spent years in different places, painting walls and hanging blinds. I got to know many faces, landscapes, tastes and sounds, lacing fragile ties and pulling them apart again before I could acclimatise to nuances of sun and rain. I longed for a little place where I could set down roots, pulling it on each day […]
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