the cat’s curled up purring in my lap in my mind’s eye a curl of butter on a Bournemouth guest house breakfast plate the bob of your curly head as you built sand castles with moats the curl of waves and your contented smile Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille The […]
Day: January 2, 2017
Sanctuary
The promontory, a bare stone bluff, lifts its foetal dinosaur hump above the insular pub tucked into a crumbling crack in the leavings of prehistory. Under a china sky, a waymarked trail knits together threads of hills, field walls and pasture ridges, barns, farms and villages, all muddied with winter. Boots gouge rocks, imprinting scars, […]
Taking Flight
geese, swans and swallows travel the world, while sparrows stay here the year round they’re all on a pilgrimage winging their way towards spring Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1114 Arrival (at Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port) Today we are on our way! Chèvrefeuille tells us that, in the early Middle Ages, Oviedo was the […]
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