final curtain falls billowing like ocean waves silencing the stars final curtain falls a veil across the sunrise no more blackbird song billowing like ocean waves there is no applause when the curtain falls silencing the stars dark clouds pass over the moon the curtain’s fallen Kim M. Russell, 30th September 2018 My response to […]
Month: September 2018
Adrift
It was the season of drifting scents, ice on the windscreen, pine needles on the wind. Outside, Christmas roses still clung to thorny stems and I longed for secateurs to deadhead delicate corpses but could not bear to touch petals the colour of bruised skin. Instead I opened a window to cut the cloying breath […]
Poets Curve
We are curving, avoiding life’s black holes, skipping star-encrusted puddles, bending light through space and time, taming swirls of cosmic inky rhyme, producing poetry of gravity, predicting relativity. Kim M. Russell, 30th September 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Physics with Björn: Gravity and space-time curvature Björn is back to inspire us […]
Lend me your arms
lend me your arms, fast as thunderbolts, for a pillow on my journey Hendrik Doeff bid me goodnight with a kiss seal our love until morning Kim M. Russell, 28/09/2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: lend me your arms In […]
A Secret Guest
Hidden in plain sight, trapped in the linseed scent, the musk of old art and paint, behind the green and ochre of the Olive Trees for over a century, it forfeited the freedom of life en plein air. Vincent didn’t notice his secret guest, having picked off “a good hundred flies and more”. The grasshopper […]
Within these Walls
I often misplace things within these walls: my keys, the telephone – it’s cordless – but never my glasses, which are always on my nose. I know I’ll find them again on a shelf crammed with favourite books or the table beside my armchair. In the middle of the night, when the only light is […]
In an Empty Shoe
rest on the field – a lonely cricket chirping in an empty shoe Virginia Popescu its sole is cracked and broken weeds and grass are growing through Kim M. Russell, 26/09/2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: in an empty shoe Today is the penultimate regular episode of the […]
Broken Sunflower
broken sunflower torn apart by a rainstorm — puddles on the path Chèvrefeuille tattered yellow petals float as summer memories fade Kim M. Russell, 26th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: broken sunflower In this episode we have a lovely […]
Netsuke
Snug in the palm of my hand, fingers curled and caressing its smoothness, exploring miniature scales on back and fanned tail, tiny teeth in roar of mouth, the dust-filled creases of its head, flaming copper burnished with the faint scent of boxwood, my little finger fits the curve of its body, feels the kanji carved […]
A Mark on the Wall
path of the sun the hollyhock leans into early summer rain gathering between petals […]
writing in north norfolk 