My husband David is an excellent cook. He has some marvellous signature dishes and isn’t afraid to experiment when time allows. We love food from the Mediterranean, particularly Italian food for its freshness, rich flavours and colours. The first time David tried his hand at one of my favourite Italian dishes, I was transported to […]
Month: March 2017
Comma
a comma flutters among words, changing meaning, butterfly syntax Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image of Comma Butterfly found on Pinterest
Write something for Peeking Cat
Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine has a new feature called Peeking Cat Perspectives. Once a month they post an image, about which they would like us to write something inspired: a poem, prose, or just a few lines.They suggest that we avoid looking at other people’s responses before we write our own, so that we’re not […]
Modern Love
Passion blooms, flashover of heliotrope, innocent iridescence of hope. Unlatched in modern media, Facebook likes, Snapchat, text and tweet, they are inseparable. No shy ballet, linking arms, touching legs under a table or harmony of kisses at a station: long distance heat. One click to levitate above a situation that gets too hot. Kim M. […]
Awakening
on the window sill there are buds on the orchid the herbs look greener each watering reminds them the spring garden is awake Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1175 Theme Week Hafiz (1) potted plant This is the first episode of the Theme Week (new style), in which Chèvrefeuille will bring […]
Silence is Golden
modest daffodils nod in secluded gardens radiating sun they raise their yellow trumpets resonate golden silence Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Namasté The Spiritual Way #5 self consciousness In a new episode of ‘weekend-meditation’, Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem by the poet Thomas Hood (1799-1845), which he says can be read […]
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 […]
On the Breeze
Wind-chimes i m p e r s o n a t e church-bells. Carillon i m i t a t e s glockenspiel. Breeze v e n t r i l o q u i s e s peal. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix We are melding flash fiction […]
Weight
In the vacuum of space, no clocks tick, there’s no watch to check if you are late, no hands to blur the flow of time. Comets crash, stars burn, all the while planets turn and scientists no longer wind: they measure with quiet quantum mechanics, atomic clocks and relativity, warping time with precision while we […]
Growing Potatoes on Mars
Powerful, fiery and dramatic, the red planet is a devil of a place to grow potatoes. Mind you, they always take root in my kitchen cupboard… Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Deep #writephoto This poem was inspired by an article I read on Science Alert – I was […]
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