Liquid gushes out of drains and fills up gutters. Is Zeus dozing in the bath again? I imagine him luxuriating, how infuriating: while rain bursts river banks and breaches dams, he rests his divine head. I wish he’d shower instead. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fashion Me Your […]
Anticipating Storms
Wielding axes of thunder, storms are brewing bluster; arriving at a gallop, skidding hooves on dust and steaming gravel of a droughted summer seeded by chickweed, nettles, docks and groundsel, and flowering grassy surges of dandelions that spatter brightly on the verges, thirsting for some pitter-patter. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
Twilight Dreaming
Shared memories fill quiet moments like the stuffing in the sagging sofa where we sit with cats on laps, content. Outside, the willow fills the garden with shadows, which the sun fragments and enamels copper and golden. The drapes of night make their descent and memories turn to dreams; the more my mind’s eye sees […]
Transparency
She saw through him, the last glass eel of summer, tinkling and shattering up the river with a shiver like a lost star in an alien galaxy, a long way from the Sargasso Sea. She felt sick as she let the slick predator slip through her fingers in whirlpools of emotion and he abandoned her […]
New View
windows are opened on a view fractured by light spiralling colours Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1243 In the Beginning (Paul Klee, 1916) I am delighted that we have a painting by Paul Klee today. I love his work.
Joie de Vivre
circles and rhythm colour sculpted on canvas a new dimension Kim M. Russell, 2017 Rhythm Joie de Vivre (Robert Delaunay) My response to Carpe Diem #1242 Rhythm – Joie de Vivre (Robert Delaunay) Today our inspiration comes from a painting by Robert Delaunay, entitled ’Rhythm – Joie de Vivre’, which is a series of three […]
Seahorses
We ride distorted monsters beyond sandcastle borders, past pebbles and fizzing foam to whispering eel grass meadows. Tethered to stalks, their snaking chameleon tails swish, graceful gliding curlicues, neither horse nor fish. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Border, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform […]
By the Graveside
She wrestles with the funeral raven’s shades of black on glossy pinions, her widow’s weeds dulled by summer dust, drenched with sorrow and mistrust of every mourner around the grave of the man whose soul she could not save. Stifled sobs pulse in her throat prise open her lips and, with a croak of feathers […]
Gormley’s Exposure
carved by elements he crouches at the harbour sky framed in pylon Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1241 Exposure (Antony Gormley) In today’s episode of CDHK, Chèvrefeuille has taken us on a virtual visit to the the harbour of his hometown, Lelystad in The Netherlands, to experience a piece of modern […]
The Izzle of Wiggot
When I was a child, my parents couldn’t afford to take us on holiday. The closest we got to a summer holiday was watching Cliff Richard on his double decker bus at the cinema or a day trip on a coach to the seaside with my nan. However, when I was nine or ten, the […]
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