She listened to their words, A choir of hungry birds That pecked at her heart, Pullng it apart To build a nest Within her breast. Emotions hatched, Bright eggs that cracked And split, still-birthed And trodden into earth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Literary […]
Making Tracks
by the tracks locomotive breath made them cry at goodbye she stood at the platform’s edge he was on the train Kim M. Russell, 2017 Tracks My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – January 14, 2016 Welcome back to Bastet, who has been thinking about doing a mix day of poetry and one of the various forms […]
Secrets of the Road
dusty boots and shoes rising and falling in step wear the pilgrims’ path discovering its secrets in every stone, bend and dip Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1123 the road is our teacher […] ” When you are moving toward an objective, It is very important to pay attention to the road. […]
Self Discovery
I left you behind to find out about myself found you in me too Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1122 leaving all behind This month we are on the Road to Santiago guided by Petrus and the novel The Pilgrmage by Paulo Coelho. After Paulo has learned the ’Seed Exercise’, he […]
Earth’s Secret
below the cold earth plants extend eager green shoots ready for rebirth Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on fundstrategy.co.uk My response to Carpe Diem #1121 Growth Today, as we travel on the Road to Santiago, the prompt is ‘growth’, which follows on from yesterday’s episode, in which Chèvrefeuille told us about the ‘seed exercise’ […]
Honesty Seed
a silvery moon rustles with a puff of wind releases its seeds creating separate moons in orbit round the mother Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1120 Seed I am late in responding to this prompt because of the death of my mother on Monday morning. Please appreciate […]
Parapraxis
By the meagre spark of a cigarette, The scapegrace’s gang was always well met: Mealy mouthed and nicotine stained, They gathered by night but never by day. Haunting the queasy quarters of the city, The dark back alleys and the not so pretty Gelatinous overspill of late night bars, They dodged dustbins, drunks and stolen […]
Beauty and the Beast
Roads flanked with buildings merge into paths flanked with tombs, a city within a city, where the living and the dead repose in separate rooms. Among manholes and rotting flowers, the eyes of cameras find infinite traces of beauty and sometimes a beast. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
Demented Texts
Hi Mum! I just wanted to let you know I’ll be visiting you today. Hi Mum! Don’t worry if the words Get muddled up, just text. Hi Mum! I know your fingers can’t type But I need your words – any words. Hi Mum! Did your words go the same way As your memory and […]
Tearing down the House
The abandoned building rose out of the snowy scrub, a fungus spreading spores of fear and sorrow. Uninhabited for over fifty years, suicide and murder tainted its walls and floors with faded splashes of red that refused to disappear. It was no mystery who had murdered the family; he had been executed long ago. Everyone […]
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