Choking Nature

Humans record artistic impressions of patient Nature’s handiwork in a line of wind-tattered trees, a blanket hem along the skyline and curving sculptured hills, where skylarks rise from barley singing, and dissolve into the darkening welkin. Hills become shadows, the silence palpable over still-hot fields. And yet, in boroughs, towns and cities, greedy humans waste […]

Poetic Pruritis

A quadrille fidgets between fingers and beneath the skin, itches to be free with scratch of pen or fricative of key. A peculiar gnat-bite tingles with heat and buzzes with sounds and rhythm, has the poet wrangling with words in a vexation of stanzas. Kim M. Russell, 16th July 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Ancient Warrior Ghosts

ancient warrior ghosts mists over the foreign highlands – waiting for the full moon swords, spears and arrows bristling in the silver lunar light noble samurai spirits drifting on the breeze ever homeward bound sadness and despair hidden behind elaborate masks now the mask is off captured in a photograph warrior revealed fading into history […]

Fifty Five

My fifty-fifth long ago disappeared In the rear-view mirror. Another birthday looms mirrorless – unless I can find a looking-glass that zooms in and out, magnifies my cuckoo soul, the one with the glow, gorgeous and free of blemishes. Old age crosses the road slowly, turning to smile knowingly, making me wait at life’s crossing. […]