Mask of clay, damp, lumpen and grey, fills mouth, eyes, ears and wrinkles as it seeps into skin. Thrown on a nightmare wheel, it permits the dusty bogeyman to poke holes in dreams, fill them with ceramic screams. Hands wet with pulling and squeezing sweat, you mould the lump of clay into your own face. […]
Category: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Healing
Gathering my vital energy, I walked between tall trees on the path of healing to practise the synergy of posture, focus, breathe, all the time concealing a feeling of unease. With each footprint that I made upon that stony path, I wondered at the salty fate of young girls, statues looking back like Lot’s wife […]
The Future and the Fourth Dimension
I shall be setting my watch and all the clocks to space time, the fourth dimension and time dilation, so I will be able to stretch it out into infinity and beyond: lightyears of exploration, sitting in my tin can with Poe, Wells and Major Tom. They say the future is just around the corner: I […]
Goose Music
Chain-stitching a rosy sunset, geese arrive in a cloud of fieldfares and redwings, a blizzard of snow buntings blown north to south. There’s an explosion of wings, no soaring, no gliding, just metronomic beating and a goose symphony of honks and whistles. The water ripples, in a shower of drops they rise and fade Into […]
Chairoplane
Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image by Sara Shakeel My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #141
Waves like Arabian Stallions
(covering Patti Smith’s ‘Horses’) in a sea of possibilities I’m surrounded by waves like stallions horses coming from all directions noses flaming white manes shining stars in the black mare of night up against a sea wall I seize the first possibility in a crash of waves coming in like Arabian stallions lapping into sea […]
In the Grip
We are in the grip of a stelliferous season, that famous episode of frost and florid falls of leaves in the annual Penny Dreadful, when we fend off the temptation to watch hours of plasma television. Outside, branches wave, trees tugged by boisterous fingers, a friendly invitation to join the fun, kick leaves, run riot, […]
Poetic Pizza
We kneaded the dough together, your small hands and mine, fingers probing for elusive elasticity. You picked basil from the pot on the windowsill, rubbing the leaves, breathing in each pungent puff. We cried onions, tasted tangy tomato and snacked hungrily on chewy cheese as we chopped and sliced. At the pizza restaurant in the […]
Subjugation
In the spring of 1940, in the season of renewal and birth, twenty two thousand men gasped their last defiant breath as bullets exploded in their heads. Now, frozen in bronze, the Katyn Pieta kneels before the powerful wings and sword of the Angel of Death, cradling one of the fallen dead. There’s a hole […]
Garden Guests
Dawn quietude is rippling with the ecstatic chortling of birds, some overjoyed that last year’s nest survived the winter, others splatting mud and leaves, building new nests in trees and under eaves in a frenetic festival of spring. By July, nests have exploded, their broods unloaded into the summer sky, without a goodbye they are […]
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