Time is a constant artist: a sculptor tracing years on skin from the moment we began; an artist reflecting colours of spring, summer and autumn; a playwright feeding us our lines; a novelist unfolding chapters in our book. Now we have time to pause and marvel at the winter sun composing poetry in our garden. […]
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Stroll
This January morning is frost-crisp, wisps of cloud streak the sky, my boots scrape and tinkle gravel where the field rumples, crumples like a fresh white cover over storm-tossed limbs, frozen furrows, hedgerows, overgrown and winter-scented. Tormented by tingling fingers and toes, nose numb and coat buttons come undone, I greet the early magpie, high […]
Winter Miracle
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on days white with snow we become children again catching flakes on tongues Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1321 miracles In a new episode the quote to inspire us has been taken from Paulo Coelho’s novel The Zahir: “The great…
Modigliani Moods
Pavement cafés scatter cobbles of Montmartre. Whores step over ditches, become painted queens. He flings his cape, adjusts his scarf, picks his way through muddy lanes and creaking, swaying studios of the Bateau Lavoir – and dreams of dancing naked with sloe-eyed models under stars. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My second response to Thotpurge’s […]
Horse
equine muscles twitch chestnut gloss in midday sun amenable might Kim M. Russell, 2017 My sixteenth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Nobel
no church bell no alarm bell just the body clock warning and a stormy morning outside the window later, the man on the radio says the Nobel prize for literature has been awarded to Kazuo Ishiguro, whose stories will never let me go unconsoled in the pale view of hills, an artist of the floating […]
Shed Theory
In the corner of my eye, above the relative order of notepads and CDs, I can see the sad ruin of the garden shed, silent and crumbling in a nettle bed. Inside, brambles try to make their escape, scratching at windows that crack and break, held together in the embrace of neatly spun cobweb lace. […]
Giants once roamed here… by Kim M. Russell
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A South London Heaven
Across the football pitch on this side of the rails is wild fennel and long grass: a jungle for snails. There’s a wild damson tree, hawthorn and crab apples, where we lie, you and me, below leafy dapples. In summer there’s sunshine, in winter there’s snow; I love spring and autumn, when trees bloom and […]
Peregrine
Scimitar wings cut through the air: falcon of kings watching, a silent movie villain twitching his black moustache. Dark and angular, this fearsome hunter hangs motionless. Tail clenched, closing wings into a stoop, he bullets towards his prey, banks and shoots away out of sight. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response […]
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