Down a dark hole, I was thinking about the different ways that I could get out, when it fell on me – it had fur and a snout – and said aloud with a Pooh-like air ‘A Very Bad Accident to Pooh Bear’. I called out ‘Pooh! I’m underneath you, trapped in a hole without […]
Day: January 11, 2018
When Crows Cry
I perch on my usual branch, feathers shivering, sharp eyes surveying the naked winter- weathered landscape, depressed by concrete cloud. I open my frost-numbed beak, rip the air with one loud cry, release crow-black pain into the sky. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto
Cruel Illusion
thirsty for her love a shimmering oasis lips dry and salty Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1345 The Story of the Young King of the Black Isles
writing in north norfolk 