Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep, or poetry will follow you. Light slices through darkness, where poets encounter the unexpected. Imagery lurks in corners of dreams like monsters underneath your bed. Elm Street might be shady but, like mushrooms, poems need darkness to sprout. And poets, there’s no point in cowering and […]
Tag: American Sentences
Strains of Billie
It’s a quarter past three on a Sunday morning. Darkness sits heavy as a blanket. It’s waiting for first light to seep through night and gently lift it. Strains of Billie Holiday curl into a hug of raspberry tea steam from my favourite mug. The cats have been fed and husband is tucked up in […]
Forgetfulness
As we grow older, we cling to the familiarity of rooms.We are apprehensive of black holes that swallow words, details that snag.But occasionally, the intellect’s lens voluntarily zooms.Don’t you love it whenever your brain lets a feline out of the bag! Kim M. Russell, 3rd April 2023 Image by Milad Fakurian on Unsplash Today is […]
American Sentence in Purple
French kisses bruise the sky as I cartwheel through clouds of purple. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration: The Colours in a Song Susie is our host today with a prompt that asks us to experiment with synaesthesia, in particular the colour of music. […]
American Sentences Quadrille
We huddled by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. Shoes leaked, Miss Liberty was draped in cloud. Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripped in my ears, American sentences in the rain. Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018 Another poem for this week’s […]
American Sentences in the Rain
My first time in New York, by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. So much rain, waterlogged shoes, and Miss Liberty draped in cloud and fog. Open umbrellas in an open-topped bus, watercolour city. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripping in my ears, American sentences in the rain. […]
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