the pages are doors to our imaginations each image a key Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1261 The Pleasure of Reading Today’s CD Imagination is a photo found on poetbf tumblr, full of images and art-work. This photo had no title, but Chèvrefeuille says he thought immediately of ‘The Pleasure of […]
Spiced with Autumn
This landscape is rimmed with mudflats, salt marshes and shifting sands. Stubbly fields smoulder with an ever-autumnal aura, tinged with incandescent flames of purple knapweed and sky-blue chicory, bitter and peppery, spiced up with the sweet perfume of crushed clover, wild marjoram and broom. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
River of Souls
on the river lights float to the horizon the dead rejoice © Basho on the river all the boats are tied with ropes freedom is anchored lights float to the horizon crowds of souls released flickering lanterns the dead rejoice they are free to sail away while boats are tethered Kim M. Russell, 2017 My […]
Winding
magic woollen yarn leading us back to winter the winding road home Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1260 Winding Road
Spirit of the Broads
The smell of freedom and warm winds of summer linger in my sails a little longer, tangling ragged leaves in ropes. I feel the chilly current from the deep below, persistent waves ripple and break against my prow, tug my mooring, in a constant urging to break free before I am encased in winter. Kim […]
Obfuscation
Fog blows in, a gasp of winter from the coast, muffles the shame of trees scantily clothed in withered leaves. Footsteps ring hollow on the path, insipid shadows teeter into view and disappear into the periphery, stirred into the murky brew. Sodium yellow glows from the village store, disperses into shades of nicotine filter-tipped with […]
Fading
The last honeysuckle of the year airs her fading blooms. They no longer exude perfume, nor do bees come near; their candy colours have faded, outdone by copper costumes trimmed with berry red and drenched with autumn’s overpowering leaf mulch scent. Kim M. Russell, 2017 For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night I wrote this […]
Creative Earth
clay leaks earthy scent clings to fingers – slippery creativity Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1259 creating beauty
Harvest
newly harvested freshly-ground flour drifts through hands few ingredients kneaded with a magic touch baked into the staff of life Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1258 daily bread Another image found on Tumblr, this time it’s of bread!
Waxing Rhetorical
Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
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