She embroiders blossom on a blackthorn’s bladed barbs, pricking fingers frozen into claws her face wet with spit and spindrift of words that writhe like water in a weir. Language is drowned by the thunder of gushing water in her ears. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: An […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Building Wings
Every time you fall find a feather, gather them together until you have your wings, until the wind sings in your ears and you have lost your fears. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Poets of April Today Susie offers inspiration from poets born in April, with quotations […]
Bastet and the Cat
Ra rolls his flaming orb across the sky; its rays are captured in the eyes of cats, sacred creatures of mystery, revered as a deity and symbol of fertility. In my cats’ eyes solar flares flash green and amber every night, when Bastet the goddess beast protects the Pharaoh and stalks the dark until the […]
By the Clock of Tide and Stars
I smile at the clockwork birds ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, a splash of spangled sanderlings with a wintry breeze beneath their wings. Ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, they were steered here by a cosmic force with a wintry breeze beneath their wings, following ancient paths of stars. They were steered here by […]
A Charmless Full Moon
The trees were silent on that windless full-moon night, no charm to guard a newborn, just misty frippery frosting the branches. No bats or owls will fly when faeries clutter up the sky, dancing with souls, adept at stealing human children and avoiding confrontation. Let the moon shine on ‘til morning while I lullaby my […]
Cats and Telephones
Hallo? I’m sorry for seeming distracted. I’m trying to round up the cats. I need to get them in their baskets. I’ve managed to get the big one in and she’s meowing so mournfully. I so hate to do this to them. The little one’s hiding under the bed. I’m sorry, what was it you […]
Yellow butterflies…
illuminate the hedgerows imitating clouds of primrose landing on the sensual mouths of bluebell, scilla and hyacinth, intoxicated on their April scent Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Get Listed: Poems In April Edition Sanaa has shared with us a spring poem about by Edna St. Vincent Millay. […]
Elements of Dragon
What has became of the dragons? Are they in the oceans, leaving trails of scales and seaweed on every rock and shore? Will I hear dragons roar In the echo of a thunderstorm, see tails in forks of lightning or scorched breath in burling clouds? Are there dragons lurking in lava and ore deep within […]
Moment in a Dew Drop
At this moment, quiet morning is pouring a glow of orange sunlight into the garden, placing a drop of dew on every blade of grass; a fluid moment at the start of a new day. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Write Here. Write Now. Paul says that […]
Self-portrait in front of a misty mirror
The glass is cold to touch, fogged up with early morning bathroom steam. A drop of condensation rolls from top to bottom, clearing worm-holes where pupil matches pupil. Nose as close as glass allows before my breath steams up the gap, I see her eye, the cerulean I would drown in as a child, the […]
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