I share my life with numbers,I share my secrets too,and numbers tell me everythingthat I need to know and do. I like to add up numbers,I like to take them away;I’m learning how to multiplyand divide them every day. I can rely on numbers,they can rely on me,but when I’m ready for bed,I much prefer […]
Tag: What’s Going On
Just Saying
It’s not just a cup of tea,it’s fragrant steamfrom a porcelain bowl,leaves inside blossoming outside. It’s not just a breath of air,it’s hundreds of yearsof leaves and latewood,Earth’s redemption. It’s not just the sea,it’s immeasurable depthsand creatures as mysteriousas aliens somewhere in space. It’s not just poetry,it’s time scrunched into a balland smoothed out again,words […]
Walking with Colours
Today it rained.I didn’t go for a walk,not even with my brightblue umbrella.it was too greyafter yesterday. I did the ironing instead;all the dark washing,nothing orange, pink or red,which didn’t help.But then I got thinkingabout yesterday: my neighbour’s daffodilsnodding bright yellowin short gusts,and the primroses’ pale frills,the thrustof golden crocuses, and the early quince blossomlending […]
It’s Wednesday
and this is what I know:married thirty-one years,living in a place wherebeauty is everywhere,yesterday we drovefor just over an hourpast the salt marsheson the North Norfolk coast. In an ice-blue skylapwings flash wings;skeins of geese fly overheadand a variety of ducks glideacross the briny water below. It’s a landscape of shiveringbird calls, marsh birds pouringover […]
Fye Bridge
In Norwich, where an ancient wooden bridge once stood, another took its place, but it was never rid of its use in the witch trials, and now it is a haunted space. Where Fye bridge crosses the river is a handsome part of the city; the stories it holds would make you shiver from its […]
A Clattering of Sorrows
It began as a muffled splash in a half-flooded field,became chyak-chyak and chattering echoesin the January vacuum,then exploded into black ink,splattering Rohrschach blots against the winter-grey sky:a clattering of sorrows.I counted thirteen jackdaws. By Kim M. Russell, 9th January 2024 Image by Alexei Zaitcev on Unsplash Written on the anniversary of my mother’s death, for […]
Peace Acrostic
Peace can be found in my garden,Except for the occasional tune of a robinAloft in the willow, or the breath of windChilling leafless trees; a reminder thatEven birds and plants need some peace – like me. Kim M, Russell, 29th December 2023 Image by Joseph Watson on Unsplash Susan is hosting What’s Going On? this […]
Silver Birch
As the last ice age receded, birches set roots in stony ground, pioneers, trees of beginnings, the first in the Ogham alphabet. At Samhain, birch twigs drive out spirits of the old year, and here, at the end of the garden, my goddess grows, silver bark shining in sunlight and shimmering in moonlight, standing tall, […]
I love…
a breath of sea air,the wind in my hair,watching a seabird drift off course,then finding its way back home; the rich purple huesof heather, the bluesof sea holly and cornflower,the electric-blue feather of a jay; the loud rumbling purrof my cats, their soft fur,the way they trust me not to movewhen they curl up on […]
Village
This is a quiet village in a flat landscape,where boat sails criss-cross fieldspast old churches and windmills. There are ancient woods and trees:rowan, oak and beech,walks along a winding lane or windy beach. Just down the road horses graze and on the riverducks and swans return each year:I’m not the only one who loves it […]
writing in north norfolk 