A triplet of notes, a single wavering flame echoed by another in a gust of melody. Hush of voice unweathered modulates light and promise tethered by emotional tourniquet until the song spreads wings and skips on time changes like glottal stops. The volume dies, almost to a whisper, and a syncopated drum contains the pressure […]
I Remember Watching Soldier Blue
I remember watching Soldier Blue, under age, naive, not sure what the film was about back then in early nineteen seventy two. At first, I thought it was a romantic cowboy flick, as I was watching Soldier Blue. The landscape was not like ours; Sand Creek had enormous mountains, gentle plains, a sky of blue […]
One brief moment
It vanished in a whorl of icy bubbles, a kingfisher, the first one of the spring. It drew a line through early morning mist, it punctuated silence of the pond with splash and sparkle – then it disappeared. I waited by the river every day, my soles imprinted on the dew-soaked grass, to catch a […]
Rubai of Light
The moon is a balloon that fills the night which bursts with stars and constellations bright, reminding late night lovers of the dawn whose fingers shatter dreams with early light. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Variations on the Rubaiyat This week our host for Meeting the Bar […]
Summer
Forest shadows are deepening, roses are in bloom and spring is a forgotten dream. Today is a slip of tan sand, a sliver of salt marsh and the sea, slow as wrinkling oil, bobs boats, dappling the honey-hued harbour with licks of salt to mark the tide and fresh puddles on the quay-side. Kim M. […]
Five
five fingers on each hand five finger exercise spans hard piano keys to play her favourite tune chocolate finger biscuits licking each finger clean a wave of fingers wavering as she walks away Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo A list with a twist Izy’s our host today […]
In the damp untended grass of spring
I lie on my back and watch clouds balloon and distend, sculpting ice cream shapes, tumorous and fantastic. I lie back on a cloud and watch a tumorous and fantastic sculpted ice cream balloon and distend. I watch the clouds on my back, fantastic tumours of ice cream sculptures, distended balloons. I watch balloons tumour […]
Rain Rhymes
It’s raining dogs and cats all along the east coast, with a cow-quaker warning followed by a goose fair morning. We’re getting soaked with drizzle and bored with all the mizzle. We don’t want a hurly-burly to get us out of bed too early. Why does the sky cry? She hung her grey clouds out […]
Green with it
the sky is milky on the overhead cables pigeons are as lazy as the day grass drips with rain leftovers from the night before even the breeze doesn’t have the energy to whip up a few branches snatch off a handful of blossom and me I have to get up and get out face the […]
The Gift
At five o’clock a patch of sky unfolds its hues like Italian marbled paper in blues and purples. As dawn breaks, the ocean wakes in wrinkles, untangling on the horizon. By sunrise, the ocean stifles a yawn and wraps the beach in waves: an early morning surprise. Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2018 My […]
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