I lie on my back and watch clouds balloon and distend, sculpting ice cream shapes, tumorous and fantastic. I lie back on a cloud and watch a tumorous and fantastic sculpted ice cream balloon and distend. I watch the clouds on my back, fantastic tumours of ice cream sculptures, distended balloons. I watch balloons tumour […]
Month: April 2018
Rain Rhymes
It’s raining dogs and cats all along the east coast, with a cow-quaker warning followed by a goose fair morning. We’re getting soaked with drizzle and bored with all the mizzle. We don’t want a hurly-burly to get us out of bed too early. Why does the sky cry? She hung her grey clouds out […]
Green with it
the sky is milky on the overhead cables pigeons are as lazy as the day grass drips with rain leftovers from the night before even the breeze doesn’t have the energy to whip up a few branches snatch off a handful of blossom and me I have to get up and get out face the […]
The Gift
At five o’clock a patch of sky unfolds its hues like Italian marbled paper in blues and purples. As dawn breaks, the ocean wakes in wrinkles, untangling on the horizon. By sunrise, the ocean stifles a yawn and wraps the beach in waves: an early morning surprise. Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2018 My […]
A Rugby Roar
Saturday afternoon, two hours until the train leaves, the boardwalk springs under my feet and the river sports diamonds. In the stadium at Cardiff Arms Park, there’s a gathering of voices. It rises, echoes like the sea: the roar of spectators gathered for rugby. Kim M. Russell, 2018 Photographs by David Russell My response […]
Medusa’s Wedding
A hiss of hair uncoils from its lavish cage of silk and lace, interwoven with gold and silver threads. She guards her stare, lowers turquoise lids, her coated lashes brush pale powered skin. Friends and family gather in the registry office hall and she has a sinking feeling, a foreshadow of tragedy. Then he’s standing […]
Demented April
She embroiders blossom on a blackthorn’s bladed barbs, pricking fingers frozen into claws her face wet with spit and spindrift of words that writhe like water in a weir. Language is drowned by the thunder of gushing water in her ears. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: An […]
Building Wings
Every time you fall find a feather, gather them together until you have your wings, until the wind sings in your ears and you have lost your fears. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Poets of April Today Susie offers inspiration from poets born in April, with quotations […]
Bastet and the Cat
Ra rolls his flaming orb across the sky; its rays are captured in the eyes of cats, sacred creatures of mystery, revered as a deity and symbol of fertility. In my cats’ eyes solar flares flash green and amber every night, when Bastet the goddess beast protects the Pharaoh and stalks the dark until the […]
By the Clock of Tide and Stars
I smile at the clockwork birds ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, a splash of spangled sanderlings with a wintry breeze beneath their wings. Ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, they were steered here by a cosmic force with a wintry breeze beneath their wings, following ancient paths of stars. They were steered here by […]
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