Crumbling into the sea, we grasp our inheritance. The one remaining link lies deep beneath the waves: Doggerland, a path that mammoths dared to tread before extinction. Thousands of years dead, bones are their only testament: phosphorus to fertilise our green and pleasant land. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Day: September 23, 2019
Señor de Huanca
distant devotion following the Incas only in dreams Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1750 Señor de Huanca, Peru Today’s pilgrimage in our ‘act of devotion’ is a lesser known route in Peru where, every year, thousands of pilgrims from all over South America visit the Chapel of Señor de […]
American Sentence in Purple
French kisses bruise the sky as I cartwheel through clouds of purple. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration: The Colours in a Song Susie is our host today with a prompt that asks us to experiment with synaesthesia, in particular the colour of music. […]
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