On mid-winter afternoons, by half past three, restless rooks have gathered in leafless trees. Frosty fields are torn by the lowering sun; the sky darkens and the witching hour’s begun. In the dim half-light, windows start to glow and shadow puppets haunt lanes and hedgerows. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday […]
Category: Poems
Slowly
flake by feathery flake snow falls on the frozen lake milky light fills the sky at daybreak icing trickles on the Christmas cake children smile at a snow-globe shake slowly across the world Christmas wakes Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fashion me your words: slowly Gillena’s challenge this […]
Enlivened
We are enlivened to the core as we stroll across the moor: hills transform into mountains; wintry waste is hemmed by trees and stones; branches shiver with icicles and frost that chill us to our very bones. Anaemic sun fails to warm us and underfoot the earth is hard as iron, despite promises of early […]
A Glint of Sunshine
Stark winter branches relinquish their last few strips of faded foliage. They twirl, fall and slip between misty mornings and afternoons, land in muddy folds of rotten detritus and sodden grass, where a ragged dandelion beams among the grey and green. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Writing Exercise […]
Art
Born of hopes and dreams, roped to its creator by words, sounds, paint, clay or stone, each oeuvre becomes tactile blood, skin and bone. It exposes both the soul and heart – a demanding offspring, art. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #193 Also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
Seahorses
Deafening silence; the germ of a noisy thought bubbles at its heart, ready to burst stars into gushing streams, rivers and mighty oceans that teem with life. Seahorses, short-snouted and spiny, tide-tangled in the briny, are eager to shed the waves and give the land a try. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s […]
Dipping in Mist
First light bends, dips and sweeps through brackish shallows of mist, where weather-stained sheep graze on meagre brittle grass and rooks stab between the furrows of fields like crumbled Christmas cake, sprinkled with frost and ice-baked. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Mists – #writephoto
Reminder
We rise to weak sun in porcelain skies. Blizzards have gathered and frost lies hard under thick white blankets: a landscape of sleeping giants, mountains and steppes. Snow feathers land on a bare black hedge where, Christmas card cute, with sharp black eye and red breast burning against the snow, a robin reminds us that […]
The Sweetness of a Pear
Pale yellow-green tears pool in the fruit bowl. I choose one with a blush, hoping its shyness foretells flavour. Under a running tap, my pear gleams and drips. I use a tea towel to dab away its fears, buff the delicate skin, inhale its honey breath. I bare my teeth, sink them into gritty flesh, […]
Morning Shivers
Winter’s at its lowest ebb, with branches bare against low skies and frost crisp at the river’s edge. Dawn carves grooves into the ice formed on the garden pond, where grass seeds are petrified into brittle frozen fronds. Early morning has been captured in a sparkling silver sculpture. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to […]
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