The butterflies
in her gut
dry their wings,
from withered weeds
in her womb,
poisoned by opium,
his beautiful lies.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Mindlovemisery collage 16th July 2017

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: July 16, 2017: Fine Dining – Kitchen Tricks

This Sunday, Scribblers Dipstick has brought us a new ‘story board’ collage. We should let ourselves slip into a state where we imagine, draw, contemplate and then free fall to wherever we land. We should consider the images, the quote, the dissonance, discord and/or harmony and flow. We can pick and choose one element or several – play with them, rip them apart – fashion something new – it’s up to us. We can write in the style and form we wish – please ourselves in this culinary linguistic kitchen. Write a poem. Write some flash. Serve up a fresh garden salad filled with all kinds of luscious delicious.

9 thoughts on “Victoriana

  1. Dazzling Kim – absolutely stunning – every line, every image – I particularly love the idea of butterflies, and how you’ve translated anxiety and grief into this – very evocative – because it also makes me think of milkweed and other actual “greens” that are hosts to butterflies and moths etc. – so this is so rich – on so many levels – it really leaves me breathless! 😀

    thanks for playing the Sunday writing prompt Kim!

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