is the sound of wave washing whale spurt of spout from blowhole mournful moan of humpback’s tune whaler’s ahoy and thud of harpoon a deconstructed tooth or bone hacked and sawn, cut and honed when a lull of inactivity gave rise to creativity a reminder of giants of the sea human beings’ waste and cruelty […]
Tag: Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
Harbinger
A glimmer of sky is reflected in its eye, echoing with the raw and ragged corvine caw, reminding us of misty dawns, morning breath of autumn yawns and branches bristling with jet feathers as the harbingers of winter flock together. Kim M. Russell, 12th July 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic […]
Clandestine
Leaves murmur in the woody copse. Twilight is more alive than sombre day and we fly outside time. Together we haunt waxing shadows; heart-stirring hoots bind us to sorrow; unearthly hiss and sigh, blinking discs of eyes and graceful drifting over tangled grass – a fleeting meeting and then they’ve passed. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Out of Body
A living quilt of stars and meadows lies across my bed; my spirit rises from my body pale as the dead. I am water rushing in the river, ever towards the sea; I flow through culverts and canals but you won’t see me. I am clouds and I am stars dotted in the sky; in […]
Landscape
we’re floating adrift across a pallid landscape in a thawing rift after static winter months forge devastating new paths Kim M. Russell, 2017 Jane Friedlicher (1924-2014) Landscape, 1984, Lithograph on Paper My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Small Town Inspiration Margaret says that she recently visited The Hickory Museum […]
Feather
I hold the fragile, hollow shaft bone carefully between fingers and thumb, study its iridescent greens and blues playing tricks and changing hues as I turn it in the light. In this fractal fragment of flight, old now, discarded and renewed, I sense the sorrowful stare of eyes, preserved forever in a poet’s quill, in […]
Horse Whispering
dismissing a cloud of urgent flies with tall flick and a twitching ear beating heart of rib-caged fear is broken with a whisper Kim M. Russell, 2016 Summer North Wind – Cutting Boards Tempered Glass Another response to imaginary garden with real toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Carol Law Conklin Batik Artist In this […]
