We are invisible, held together by dark matter. We speckle emptiness, galaxies strung like diamonds on taffy pulled by space and time in an expanding universe, sculpted and dented by gravity into a map of invisibility. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Invisible Today […]
Month: April 2017
Paradise Cobbled
Cobbles have been laid over paradise With stables for carriages and horses, Bawdy taverns, markets, court masques and plays. Life does not follow preordained courses, Cherishing what you have is good practice For tomorrow may well be its demise. Cobbles have been laid over paradise With stables for carriages and horses; They have taken an […]
Night Hawks
Tall buildings shadow pavements, squinting their windows against light that spills from an insomniac Manhattan diner. Anonymous at a timeless hour, customers sit at the cherry wood counter with dirty coffee cups and a hankering for cherry pie, sugar to take the sour edge off a night of cigarettes and alcohol. Smoky thoughts curl […]
Bridge of Lies
He thought she was a sucker, a con man’s dream, taken in by promises of Italian ice cream, a bottle of prosecco and a gondola ride under the Rialto and the Bridge of Sighs. But she had built her own bridge of lies; an experienced hustler with a scam of her own, she took all […]
Cherry Breeze
blown on a spring breeze sweet ephemeral blossom Sakura Mochi Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1190 spring wind (supuringu waindo) The classical spring kigo for today is ‘spring wind’. Chèvrefeuille says that the Japanese become anxious when the spring breeze or wind scatters the fragile blossoms. On the other hand, the […]
In the canteen…
the women from the shop floor compare notes – the new fore- man’s cute. They speculate whether he’s available and watch together as he approaches the counter. The girl behind the steaming urn eyes him up as he waits his turn, smiles and flutters lashes like spiders’ legs, gives him an extra helping of scrambled […]
Walcott Sea Front at 7 a.m.
The heavy tide inhales wind and gasps chilly salty spray, tangles tongues with rain, spattering the windscreen. Gulls mourn bitterly and in the safety of the car a voice on the radio speaks in tones hushed and slow about the death of a new-born. The car behind sounds its horn. Kim M. Russell, 12th April […]
Yukidoke
late icicles drip sun-spangled rivers gurgle winter’s departing Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1189 thaw (yukidoke) Today Chèvrefeuille has presented us with a less known kigo, ‘thaw’ (yukidoke)”. He reminds us that ‘thaw’ has two meanings: a period of warmer weather that thaws ice and snow; and […]
Que Sera
I wanted to grow up like Doris Day just walking in the rain with Johnny Ray – whatever will be will be. My dad was the great pretender and, for me, there was only you, Mum, singing to Sinatra and Nat ‘King’ Cole, loving me as though there were no tomorrow. Granddad had the mellow […]
A poem in Visual Verse
I’m pleased to post a link to the April issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 6 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem ‘Armageddon’ on page 20.
writing in north norfolk 