My TV memories are mostly in black and white, that’s how we saw the world when I was a child, how newscasters would present each triumph, each disaster. I couldn’t see the difference on the wobbly monochrome screen between grief and joy, now and then; but we were taught that a cowboy in a white […]
Cornflower
scrap of fallen sky blown on an autumn-chilled breeze cornflower fades to grey Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1724 Cornflower Today’s addition to our field of flowers is the cornflower, also known as bachelor’s button. In folklore, cornflowers were worn by young men in love; if the flower faded […]
Bodies
Our bodies unfurl and then curl into each other under night’s cover. We are waves in motion on an inky ocean or sand-blown stones hidden in a desert’s undertones. We are intertwined limbs, hearts, souls and minds, dancing in the dark until we spark – stars falling in the empty sky of morning. Kim M. […]
Summer Storm
bees hum thunder among sweet-scented lightning honeysuckle storm Kim M. Russell, 13th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1723 Honeysuckle This August we are creating a bouquet of wild flowers, and today’s flower is honeysuckle.
Stained Voices
Vibrant voices, though mute, stream with light from every shard. The silent congregation of intricate and ancient art, is animate with sanguine songs, a cadmium and cobalt choir intoning medieval psalms and Victorian poetry. Such heavenly illuminations are devilishly delicate, so easy to annihilate. Kim M. Russell, 12th August 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Yarrow
from an ancient herb scatterings of tiny stars Achilles healing Kim M. Russell, 12th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1722 Yarrow Today in our field of flowers we have a lesser known summer flower, the Yarrow. Its botanical name is Achillea millefolium and it’s a flowering plant from the Asteraceae family.
Windy Birthday
sun through windswept clouds a bumblebee emerges from my flowers sun through windswept clouds a duet of fire and air keeps the rain away a bumblebee emerges from the last rose on the bush rusted petals swirl from my flowers scent of summer vanishes stolen by the wind Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2019 My […]
Canna Lilies in the Rain
on folding petals traces of rusty pollen rain-dampened squibs Kim M. Russell, 9th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1721 Canna Lily Today we are adding the canna lily to our bouquet of field flowers.
Zinnias
blowsy zinnias end of the season showgirls tainted with autumn Kim M. Russell, 8th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1720 Zinnia The next flower in our field is the zinnia, a showy flower which comes in almost any colour.
Sea Threat
Miles from the shore, we sleep secure, drifting on dreams like boats or moonbeams, undisturbed by the sound of waves or shifting ground. On the coast, rocky reefs, laced with cuffs of sand and foam, protect the land, waver with the ebb and flow, the pull of undertow, resist the locomotion of the powerful ocean. […]
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