pretty columbines infused with lions’ courage dove wings dipped in sky Kim M. Russell, 20th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1728 Columbine A new episode brings a different wildflower to add to our bouquet; this time it’s columbine (aquilegia). Apparently, when seen from the base, its petals look like five doves in a […]
Month: August 2019
Loving Milly
Milly lined up the pills on the windowsill. The furniture went with the bailiffs. She remembered the thunderous knock at the door – the bell hadn’t rung since the power was cut. The children were safely dispatched to their father’s new house, where they could play in the enormous garden. Milly didn’t even have a […]
Poetry Pea Podcast: Switching Senses
Patricia has kindly included two of my haiku in the latest Poetry Pea Podcast Series 2 Episode 16: Switching Senses, which is an interesting collection of haiku using the methodology of synesthesia, also known as ‘sense switching’, or about the phenomenon of tasting or feeling images, words, colours and sounds. They are read by Patricia and you […]
Lies About Pigs
I’m pleased that Visual Verse has included my poem in August’s issue. It was inspired by a cute image of a swimming pig by Jakob Owens. You can either click here to see the image, read all of the poems and find mine on page 31, or you can go directly to ‘Lies About Pigs‘.
Milkweed
Monarch on milkweed haunting mist by the roadside a pillow of floss Kim M. Russell, 19th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1727 Milkweed At the start of a new week of wildflowers, we have milkweed. I was interested to read that, during World War II, milkweed floss was collected in the United States […]
Water
the words of water having no punctuation flow around pebbles and rocks wearing down to silt words roll from ripples pop from bubbles and sparkle in foam and crystals forming sub-zero dirges words melt into spring filling ditches and gutters gurgling and splashing with the plump plopping of dew and rain dripping and dropping Kim […]
words in water
water has no punctuation its words just flow around rocks and pebbles or wear them down to silt roll from ripples and pop from bubbles whirl in eddies and sparkle in foam crackle from crystals that form in winter sub-zero dirges that melt into spring filling every ditch and gutter with gurgles and splashes and […]
Better than nothing at all
Back in the seventies when I was a student in Cologne, I submitted poems to various publications; some were published, and others returned with the usual brief note about the poem(s) not being the right fit for an edition or anthology. I once received a short letter from Zoe Fairbairns when she edited Spare Rib, […]
Past Peonies
Grandfather’s garden I pick peony petals fading on dry soil Grandfather’s garden haven of childhood summers no clouds in the sky I pick peony petals silky frills of deep cerise my secret friends fading on dry soil distant memories and tears his watering can Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem […]
August Poppies
Blood red blooms line dusty country lanes, they dot the village verge, and a meadow explodes into a rippling scarlet sea. Here and there blow pale pink blooms, their blushes fading in the sun, papery ghosts haunting tired fields. Dog day heat has scorched the brittle fields, the only shade is found in leafy lanes, […]
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