The Kissing Gate

My response to the secret keeper Weekly Writing Prompt #43   The young woman passed Through many kissing gates But only once was kissed. The man so generous with his embrace Sang a song that was full of bliss; Her heart stood still when he held her face And her lips soaked up his kiss. Lost […]

A Walk In the Wild Garden

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weeds in the Garden   Since spring, blackbirds have been singing At dawn and dusk, squabbling and serenading; Exhausted now, the garden is quite still, Except for occasional echoes of a silvery trill. Underfoot the earth is soaked, In my garden trees and shrubs are cloaked With […]

Resisting the Devil

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver Prompt #74: June 30 2016: Word Associations For the Tale Weaver prompt for this Thursday we are exploring the concept/idea of word associations with ‘BLACK MAGIC WOMAN’. I took words from Peter Green’s lyrics to create a spell to resist the devil.   The devil’s blind, he cannot see […]

Rising with Bubbles

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille June 29th 2016 Confucius (551 BC – 479 BC) This week  Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to create haiku inspired on a quote by the ancient philosopher Confucius: “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”    do not be afraid to dive into the water: rise with the bubbles © Kim M. Russell, 2016  

Midsummer Madness

  My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #115 “June 27th, 2016”   The familiar traveller Occupied a corner In the shadow of the ancient stones And watched the midsummer madness: The casting of bones, Tiresome debauchery And the drinking Of sediments of cheap wine. Smashing the defaced phallus, The rakefire took his leave And set off […]

Ironing on a Wet Tuesday

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Empire of Scents This Tuesday Grace has set us the challenge of writing a poem about scents.   It’s a wet Tuesday, Rain spits at the closed window And I’m listening to the radio, Following in grandmother’s footsteps. The iron steams. Clothes, rescued from the line Are scented with […]