flashing butterfly among the honeysuckle a neon blue spark Kim M. Russell, 14th May 2020 A haiku for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night It’s my husband’s birthday today, so I’m keeping it brief with a haiku and a small butterfly.
Confession
Around the village green, May blossom turns hedges into rich swags of cream, cow parsley frothing at the edges. As I walk (or trudge) alone, birds and daisies cheer me on, panting through the second lap, by the village hall, past empty goalposts, along sidelines vanishing in rampant grass. When someone asks how I keep […]
Seeds of Doubt
Aurora flamed across the golden acre, begging me to dig and till the soil, plant seeds tender and true, until I felt beholden. Persephone had done her magic, sewn the landscape up with flowers, sprinkled rain among the sunshine, birthed earthly, aerial and aquatic and I knew it must be done. Pots of seedlings were […]
Cosmic Email from the Green Knight
In a corona of silence, I turn to rain showers, the headiness of honeysuckle blossoms and blackbird vespers, simple pleasures to distract me from the unease of disease. So many shadows in the garden in which to find the Grail: the green balm of grass, May flower fertility and earthy pheromones filtering the essence of […]
Only a Dream
She gets into bed accompanied by a whisper of rain like a tentative apology, lulling her into a fitful sleep. It drips through her dreams, punctuating them with watery full stops. So many dreams, like the flicker books she loved as a child, only the pictures change too quickly, from the first day of lockdown, […]
Super Flower Full Moon
full-bellied moon hovering over the trees a seasonal pause Kim M. Russell, 11th May, 2020 My response to Carpe Diem’s Time Challenge 2 Super Moon I’m so pleased to see Carpe Diem back on-line but sorry that I missed the first Time Challenge, which is now once a week. Our goal is to create a […]
Back Under the Willow
Time passed under the willow. The weather witch did not return and the stone goblin, believed by the villagers to be a sleeping gnome, was still propped against its trunk. Over time, dogs and cats sniffed at him, robins perched on his head, but no magpies visited. He soon disappeared beneath a clump of brambles […]
Waiting for the Woodpecker
Down the lane towards the river, branches touch their fingertips together, a leafy tunnel to catch a breeze while I listen for drumrolls from the trees to announce the annual rollercoaster, the reappearance of the spotted woodpecker. It’s already May and I haven’t heard him yet, he must be still selecting the most perfect of […]
Flourishing
Beyond the castle walls the kingdom flourishes,while old Quixote simmers within, no freedomto seek out maidens or threaten windmillswith his lance. Even Sancho, a redundant serf,has given up, his pot belly ever swellingwith undigested food and unspoken proverbs.Inside the castle, the air stagnates with heroes’breath, while outside nature flourishes. Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2020 […]
Without Lips
The fabric’s stale and hot with breath, slightly damp and beginning to chafe, but alluring with its pattern of pink, full-petalled and sensitive to touch. The eyes do it, dark depths above the matching mask. In a moment of pandemic madness they come together, flower on flower, blossom into a kiss without lips, and he […]
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