My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #110
Image by Mira Nedyalkova
She floats, cloudy chiffon-shrouded corpse
Among the waterlilies, a damsel fly,
Once distressed but now at peace.
She sinks, buoyant bubble-buffeted body,
Among the frog spawn burbling by,
Once captured but now released.
She lies, leaden lady of the lake,
Mud-filled mouth and sightless eyes
Once bright with kisses, now deceased.
She rots, decaying flesh in a marble morgue,
Bruised and clotted, deconstructed by demise,
Once her lover’s prize, now a murderer’s masterpiece.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
I love your writing , funny frog spawned, good thing she had her eyes shut, I like the concept of reinterpreting others. Is this what you? said,greater understanding . Oh your writing is wonderful and excuse me for playiing around with spewy, foaming frog stuff. It’s lung caner, I Know and I thought OMG does the lady have her mouth open or shut.
lastly is that a picture of you,your soon and ,mom?
Really do your book slow it deserves your elegance. barb
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Hi Barb! In that poem I was trying to follow the journey of the murdered woman as she sank below the lake. I think her mouth was open, which is why it was full of mud and stuff from the bottom of the lake. If you mean the main black and white picture on my website, that’s me on my mum’s lap with my father’s sister behind us. She was very independent and progressive for the time and ran a local night club. She threw me a birthday party there when I was four and took me on my first holiday to the seaside with her boyfriend and his dog – very unusual for those days. 😉
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Especially in the South but I can hear in your writings, a deep connectivity to the land and nature that instills an authentic flavor and color so unique. Kim i knew she was dead otherwise she would have dpit the mud out.. lol
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love recent blogs , wonderful my friend
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Hi Barb! Lovely to see you on WordPress!
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You paint a grim picture so well Kim.
xxx Hugs Galore xxx
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Thanks for the hugs, David, and the galore. I need them at the moment. I’ve still got my stupid chest infection and feel as weak as a kitten xx
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No Like, get well soon please. At least your writing isn’t affected, as good as ever,
xxx Humongous Hugs xxx
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There is beauty in death, and there is beauty in your words.
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Thank you 😊
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That is such a powerful ending Kim, makes me sit up and take greater notice of the image. Excellent poem.
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🙂
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