Desert

There are millions of grains of sandburning red in the midday sun,tiny works of art, alightbefore the day has begun. Irritated beneath the aching feetof camels and nomads, gritconjures a pearl in its oyster eye,a mirage in the distance, where an antique rose withers againand again, forever thirsty for rain.  Kim M. Russell, 23rd October […]

Strangely Muffled

Strangely muffledby winter weather,the world is quieted:trees loom behind thick fog;there are no footstepsand footprints disappearbeneath frost and snow –  mind how you go! Strangely muffledby mountains of dust,as if a desert was emptiedover the planet,only the top branchesof dead trees can be seen;animals and humans wade through detritus. Strangely muffledby heat and thick smoke,the […]

Inequality of Weather

The sky-battle’s left a mud-puddle,metal-steeds shower us, and burstriverbanks cause mind-muddleas fields and gardens disappear. On the other side of the world,earth releases a dust-coughand plants drained of life-juicecrumble into earth’s crust-fluff. Meanwhile, we puff and blowat donkey-clouds that will not go. Kim M. Russell, 27th October 2024 Image by Frame Harirak on Unsplash It’s […]

Lady with a Parrot

Her life is mirrored in the bird:grey with a touch of crimsonin the parrot’s crest and feather tips,and her unsmiling lips. Red’s lucky for some,but she is a captive,tamed and longing to flybeyond blue curtains to sky and leaves, green as the bowl,from which she sips her tea,and green as her envyof the parrot’s wings. […]

Before Winter Draws Darkness

Don’t mourn the departing sun!Soak up apricity:its light caress on a chilly day;a puddle’s glittering surface;the spark of early frost.Capture light before winterdraws darkness over long nights,leaves our lips moon-kissed –light too sweet to be missed. Kim M. Russell, 14th October 2024 Image by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash It’s Monday and we are dancing the […]

Self Portrait with Clouds

I’d heard the voice but never seen its owner,loved the songs but never seen her face,but then I found her self-portrait on a coverwith the words; inside the music and her voice. It was the first time I’d ever seen a portraitor even a painting on a record sleeve;now there was a blonde woman’s blue-eyed […]

Take Three Words

Drizzly It’s one of those days when the distinctscent of petrichor permeates the day; it sneaks through open windows and leavesan invisible trail like snot on a child’s sleeve, or the track of a single plump raindropas it trickles down the window pane. Wipes As a child, I loved to watch the window cleanerwhen he […]