Crepuscular dawn of teenage-hood, tainted with tang of menses moon, invokes a howl of sprouting hair in places unexplored as yet. Nobody told us about freefall or the strange sweetness of explosions in the darkness, lit only by the wolfish teeth of a youthful smile. Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2018 sponse to The Poetry […]
Day: April 19, 2018
Yellow butterflies…
illuminate the hedgerows imitating clouds of primrose landing on the sensual mouths of bluebell, scilla and hyacinth, intoxicated on their April scent Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Get Listed: Poems In April Edition Sanaa has shared with us a spring poem about by Edna St. Vincent Millay. […]
An Ode to Heath Robinson
Steam-powered with boilers and kettles heated by spirit lamps and candles, with tangled pulleys of knotted string, they survive the incessant tinkering of overall-clad bespectacled men who hope their inventions will work now and then, refreshing stale scones and removing warts, throwing water over neighbourhood cats, complicating the simplest technique – a genius of the […]
The Naked Landscape
The nakedness of an early morning sky never ceases to amaze me. It’s as if nothing happens until the sun rises. At just gone five thirty, the lightening sky was washed clean and unadorned, and there was no wild life in the garden, not even a bird. In the time it has taken me to […]
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