Each morning we sit here, a pair of old boots grumbling and preening grey feathers after a reveille of tweets and hoots has awakened us, whatever the weather. Anticipating a spring full of song, I rasp a throaty coo, try to sing along but in the corner of my beady eye I glimpse grey squirrels […]
Three
Her life is a trilogy, an unholy trinity in a three-dimensional world: past, present, future, unaligned, thrice the fun and three times the pain, again and again and again, tied to herself in a three-legged race, she is three-faced. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Laura Williams My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #158 and linked […]
Night Flight
leaving the runway lights above and lights below penetrating night Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1180 departure Today Chèvrefeuille has written about spiritual growth and the ‘time of Aquarius’, which he has linked to Persian poetry and the theme for this month: ‘praise to the emptiness’. He […]
Ballooning All the Words
Dawn shimmered and rose, bubbling balloons. Green shadows breathed whispers, giggled ghostly leaves, skipping, dancing on a spring breeze, melting cloud, curling a grin, sparkling cues to let them in. Arm twisted by their journey’s scars, I open windows ajar to a spilling lullaby. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest Another dVerse Poets […]
Weather Balloon
Storm clouds jostle on the horizon, ballooning and glowering, they threaten to burst. They have banished the full moon to the depths of a lake and inflated a weather balloon, set it free to rise high above the billowing mass – it’ll be raining soon. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response […]
To the Rescue
She meanders with a heavy heart down the passage of lutalica, a world apart that makes her feel less mediocre. An assail-ant, greedy insect, skins a razor, holds it against her helpless cheek, where the indent will linger for a week. Instantly, rescue emerges from the shadows, wielding trusty bow and arrows, the Robin Hood […]
Picking Lice from a Troll
When I was born, or so I’ve been told, I was almost handed over to a goblin by the name of Rumpelstiltskin in exchange for a spot of spinning. What my mother didn’t tell me, when we had the ‘woman to woman’ talk, was that her trickery meant I would marry a troll. I blame […]
Spring Arises
fresh young shoots arise crumbling winter’s iron earth bursting into spring Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1179 Arise In this episode, Chèvrefeuille has introduced us to a well known nineteenth century Persian poetess, Tahirih: Arise O slumbering one, the beloved has arrived, arise! Brush off the dust of sleep and self, […]
Spring Sijo
Whenever I step outside my door, something new is happening. Light shifts in a froth of new leaves, flowers are opening. The garden and I rouse, fresh after a long dark winter. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Universal Jane #13 Sijo the Korean poem For this weekend’s meditation, Chèvrefeuille has brought […]
Song Dream
Awaking from a dream, I rush to fix and frame the fading memory in a poetic form with, maybe, rhyme. At my desk, I am distracted by the morning garden and the wizened apple tree, where a blackbird’s song is snatched by the breeze. Kim M. Russell, 2017
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