Traditional tales are steeped in bloody red: apples, shoes and roses are less than innocent and Riding Hood performed a striptease for the wolf. She removed her clothes and was eaten by the wolf (for all we know her underwear was also red), believing her hairy grandma must be innocent. When I first heard this […]
Peeking Cat Anthology 2018 Out Now!
I have a poem in the this new anthology! Today’s the big day! Peeking Cat Anthology 2018 is out now, featuring poetry, prose and photography from 58 contributors! Paperback: £9.99 ebook: £4.99 The paperback will also be available on Amazon in the next few weeks.
The Blue Mountain
was a cold flame on the horizon; it cast a wide-reaching shadow, an other-worldly drift of snow where three royal daughters were trapped by many-headed trolls who loved to have their scalps scratched. Tempted by a generous reward, a soldier arrived with a well-honed sword to make the trolls’ ugly heads roll. The teenage princesses, […]
Skulled
Grassy scree sweeps, a crumpled quilt on windblown moors, broken only by thistles like globe artichoke heads and a sole skull, once warm and woolly but now long dead – no skeleton, the only backbone formed by distant tors. Bowing stiffly before the threatening gale, sedge clumps hiss and escaping hoverflies hum a monotone refrain. […]
October Sonnet
I look out on a bright October day, bewitched by wanton sun and shadow-play. The blush of autumn spreads its leafy hues and drips its blood in scarlet vesicles. Horse-chestnuts, heavy-laden, start to rust, their tumbled conkers lying in the dust; with spiny shells, some squashed and some half-split, they wink the brown eye of […]
Kanshicho
comfy in bed I listen to the night breeze rustling leaves Kim M. Russell, 11th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1520 Kanshicho … in the way of Chinese poetry (free-styling with haiku) I can’t believe we have already reached the letter K f- or Kanshicho, a free-style haiku form that Carpe Diem explored […]
A Junicho Year
leaf-fall beneath a growing pile an acorn among the red, gold and brown a splash of purple crocus walking in fog through the softness of a glove I feel your hand footsteps echo together with the beating of our hearts in the graveyard heads of faded flowers droop frost-muted crossing the bridges of time quiet […]
Owl Talk
By the light of a quince-bright moon a pair of snowy owls flew low and silent, newly arrived from frost-bound wastes, feathers invisible against a silver birch, hungry for a taste of fresh mice and voles. In an ancient ash, a tawny owl, swivelled its head, blinked its eyes and hooted long and low, a […]
She is bold
and she is gold a yellow globe of chrysanthemum joyful and optimistic unfurling in the sun in her heart the warmth of summer rustling gently in the breeze among burnished falling leaves ready to mourn on the old year’s tomb. Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: What’s […]
Inkstone
poet’s brush is full black shadows from an inkstone forming words Kim M. Russell, 9th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1518 Inkstone and pencil (free style) Chèvrefeuille says that nowadays we have computers, tablets and smart-phones but in Basho’s days they used inkstone and a pencil. He has reminded us of a previous […]
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