and it sticks in my throat like a subterranean river in a concrete culvert it hisses like the breeze toothless in leafless trees or chevrons of goose music when what I desire is a speckle of thrush song to fly through open sky Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Voice
Month: February 2018
Crossroads Cuisine
Levantine salad the blessing of baba ghanoush a crossroads meze Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1374 The Levant Today’s episode is about an area in the Middle East known as The Levant, which Chèvrefeuille tells us includes Palestine, Israel and Syria. He says The Levant is bounded by the Taurus Mountains […]
No Alcohol Required
I get drunk on poetry and music, no alcohol required. You can keep your wine and beer; I love the cool, clear trickle of unadulterated nectar, must of grape and amber glow of apple and pear. No acidic burn of embarrassment, no hang- over, no regrets. I can still laugh at cheesy jokes, sing along […]
A Request
After years of editing and rewriting my children’s novel, Joe and Nelly, the thrill of being long-listed by Mslexia and the disappointment of rejection from agents and publishers, I have taken the step of entering Inkitt’s novel contest. Here is my request, which I hope you don’t think is too cheeky: Joe and Nelly, my […]
Desert
so many grains of sand burning red with midday sun tiny works of art Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1373 Syrian Desert (Southern Route) Today Chèvrefeuille has inspired us with an image of the Syrian Desert.
Shades of Grey
Grey is how I saw the world in my early childhood: in monochrome newspapers, television and old photographs. It seemed as if two world wars had leached all colour. And then it returned in the sixties. My nan had a drawer in her bedroom dressing table which was full to the brim with black and […]
Mesopotamia
ancient history not crumbling but free-flowing feeding the present Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1372 Mesopotamia Our journey along the ancient Silk Road has brought us to ancient Mesopotamia.
Glory
rising glory entangled vines and flowers drenched with morning dew Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #20 Revise That Haiku In this weekend’s meditation, Chèvrefeuille challenges us to ‘revise’ a haiku created by one of the classical haiku poets: Chiyo Ni (1703-1775), one of the few female haiku poets in pre-modern […]
Frosted Innocence
Morning’s frosty breath halts the world, for just a moment, while we wonder and listen to it whisper. In the garden, birds have left hieroglyphic tracks, secrets that slowly thaw in the lukewarm stain of the rising sun. Kim M. Russell, 2018 A poem for Poets United Poetry Pantry #391
Not Dead Yet
You see pale reefs of coral off an unforgiving coast, sea witches on a jumble of inky rocks. But we have the muscle to battle waves of political garbage: anarchistic ghosts of satire, riding upstream currents of hogwash, wielding tongues and pens. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Hasta […]
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