All along the railway, the landscape’s studded with beechwoods, earthworks and tracks, serenaded by rocking clickety-clacks, and accompanied by clouds that scudded in from the east on a bitter weeping wind. Through dusty, grease-smeared glass, sidings sport orchards as we pass, sprouted from cores tossed from train windows: a magical hoard of apples glows, embers […]
Month: March 2018
My first try at a Tanaga
Memorable March landscapes glimmer. Morning song escapes, giddy with green budding light, new life breaking like a tide. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Tanaga Marian says that she wrote this prompt in the early morning as her town woke up under a blanket of fresh […]
Fetching
While I was staying with my daughter, her husband and brand new grandson, another of my poems was published in Volume 5, Chapter 5 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 18 or you can follow the link to Fetching. I’m delighted that Rajani and Misky are also featured again.
The Silvering
The undulating spines of misty hills crouch sharp and black below billowing clouds that pitch and roll. We walk along the lakeside track, a jagged, treadled seam, pierced and riddled with the gleam of ancient cobbles, flints and stones, skiddy with old leaves and stale lake breath. Along the path, the oaks feign death but, […]
Falling Stars
Gemini and Andromeda burn among a welter of stars: some are rising, others have fallen, they are the souls of mortal children. Remember to catch the falling stars, polish them until they sparkle and glisten, love them so much they won’t explode or disappear down a black hole. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to […]
Parable of the Present Life
year turns full circle watered by rain and teardrops returning to earth Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1380 present life Today’s episode is the first in a month in which we will be exploring the Quran as a book of wisdom and as a source for inspiration. Chèvrefeuille has shared a […]
To My Unborn Grandson
Dearest boy, I am counting down the days and knitting. I am amazed at the butterflies of anticipation, imagining your eyes, mouth and nose, your tiny fingers and toes, the fresh-baked smell from the top of your head. I can’t wait to sing the songs I once sang to your mother, and the ones mine […]
Resurrection
below snowy wastes the righteous garden slumbers rebirth’s in the wind Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1379 Rise of Islam along the Silk Road (final episode February 2018; introductory episode March 2018) Chèvrefeuille has combined the last episode of February with the first episode of March because during March we will […]
Empty Hands
We enter this world with empty tiny hands, learn to grab a friendly finger, a proffered slice of apple, a toy or a mother’s warm hand. Soon we discover the pages of a book, the weight of a pebble or a pen in hand; and we find our hands are always open, ready to seize […]
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