After tomorrow, Saturday will unfurl in a gathering light: the beginning of the world in the middle of the night. There are faces in the water inside my head. I collect postcards from no man’s land that no one’s ever read. That’s how I live now, all alone in a house of sand and fog. […]
Month: April 2020
Shakespeare’s Women
If I were to save a piece of Will, from all the pleasure he has given me, I’d need the wit of Beatrice to sway my choice and the cunning of the Nurse to keep it to myself: the women who populate his plays, living on today in modern Mirandas and Violets, Ophelias, Lady Macbeths, […]
Rediscovering the Night
Lying smug and snug in the arms of the countryside, I can’t recall the sound of the city’s background song, but hope, in this shutdown pandemic, that worldwide respect spreads like galaxies of stars for the long- forgotten night noises: the whirring wings of geese returning and the owls’ reviewing the day in the trees. […]
Hitchhikers on the Wind
It starts with an ephemeral puff of delicate seed-heads in a child’s hand, waiting for the wind, hitchhikers free to take sunshine wherever they land. A dandelion may start life as a fragile seed, a tickle in a downy clock a drifter on a breeze, but it can crumble paving stones and rock and, before […]
My Feline Muse
I did not choose my muse, the god Bastet owned me; I fell for the sunrise in her eyes, her tamed ferocity, soft fur, and her full throttle purr. She favours my chest and hip as the spots on which she sleeps, riding the waves of dreams with me, kneading us into shape, a comforting […]
Daphne
Free to flow in fountains, wells and streams, I was not one to flaunt my naiad beauty, and was bound to Peneus by daughterly duty. I loved to swim and dive, I felt alive in water, still or flowing, crystal clear as my virginity, innocent to the onslaught of male potency. But gods are gods […]
After the Flush
After the first full flush of the pink cherry’s blush, April’s shivering, brazen breeze begins the leisurely striptease, peeling innocent, frilly petals from blossom, and blossoms from branches, until all that’s left of bashful spring is the foliage of trees dappling and quietly greening. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Unravelled
April has unravelled like a favourite old cardigan. The sound of distant traffic died weeks ago, and the empty town has lost its orange glow. We can see all the stars now, scattered like salt across the night sky. When did we take our eyes off heaven? Is this white noise a wish come true? […]
The Beckoning
Along the fields and lanes, sloe and blackthorn hedges are humming with bees. Beneath the trees and along the edges, bluebells cast a heady scent into a wistful April breeze that teases the branches of overdressed trees, spilling pollen, a sugary omen of fruitfulness. In morning’s flickering light and shadow, crocuses beckon with purple and […]
Smiling Through Tears
How many stations are left on this journey? How can we ever know? We smile at each other with tears in our eyes, how do we stem the flow? Don’t worry about how long it takes, relax and enjoy the view. Keep smiling through tears, just let them go and I’ll wipe them away for […]
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