Mirror Magic

The mirror in the garden pond is cracked with rushes, irises, rotting leaves and watercress; a single poppy lingers on, pale petals promise oblivion. In the mirror of the garden spade, a toad with its glittering topaz gaze, legs akimbo and puffed up body dangles from the shiny blade, toxin flooding warty membrane. Mirror, mirror […]

Mother Holle

Loaves steam, apple scent curls and twists from the cauldron; hot breathy spells rise and pop with piquant punctuation in Mother Holle’s kitchen. Her sinister hand conjures incantations, her dexter spins and weaves them needle prick by needle prick into something lyrical and more poetic. She no longer has the youth and charms to lure […]

Night Music

bubbling memory breaks night’s deafening silence a nightingale’s song Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1314 The Nightingale After being away due to illness, I’ve come back to the particularly lovely quatrain 72 from The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam: Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should […]