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. […]
Tag: Bits of Inspiration
Sweetening the View
Someone has gathered a bunch of monochrome moons and tied them to a grey bridge, beneath a grey sky, where they collect grey city dust, when all they want to do is drift away… At the end of the day, sunset splashes paint across the cityscape, reveals a rainbow cloud of balloons, no longer moons […]
Unexpected Bells
‘The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of flowers.’ Matsuo Basho Silence drips into the sodden solitude of a deep druidic wood, goose-pimple chilled and tangle wild. All at once, the path Is broken by a sunny glade scattered with spikes of new nettle growth and, ringing through the leafy […]
This poet needs…
to ease the itch of words that wake her up at night; to sing in a different language, one with imagery and bite; to linger in lines where no other poet has been yet; to smile to herself when other people get where she comes from and what she needs. Kim M. Russell, 24th January […]
Angels and Stars
Stone angels form a guard of honour outside a mausoleum door visible from the open gate where the mourners assemble and wait. Whether it’s a simple grave or tomb, when hair, nails and flesh are gone all that’s left is stardust and bone. Kim M. Russell, 1st November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with […]
Meeting Myself
In the midst of a crowd on a city street, I feel the pavement beneath my feet and the blinding sun is in my eyes; I can’t see the faces of passers-by who jostle me with their bags and elbows and I know that it’s time I headed home. I’m passing by my favourite store, […]
Frida’s Reality
“I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” Frida Kahlo Mexican heat invades each night, pervades the frangible seams and transmutes dreams to nightmares, thickly oiling the barren landscape vivid, livid with pain. Morning arrives again with the promise of reality, a canvas to daub with certainty self-portraits of her truth. Kim M. Russell, […]
Sitting on the bottom step…
I wondered what lurked in the landing’s shadows. I listened to the creak of breathing wood and the wash of my imagination’s shallows. I whispered to the upstairs ghosts mollifying volleys of hallos and showers of secrets and prayers – just making sure they stayed upstairs. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
Dragonfly Reflections
the surface of the river reflects metallic flashes of neon blue and green wings whir and flash soundlessly a dragonfly hovers then shimmers its way upstream Kim M, Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration ~ Dragonfly Susie tells us today about her inspirational daughter, Carrie, who is Artist […]
Born to Dance the Blues
Her mother told her she was born to dance. She said, in the womb her heart tattooed her future steps on a kind of fever chart, a balletic horoscope of her every move. The first time she heard the blues, she slipped on her shoes, pointed her toes and pirouetted out the door, jazzed and […]
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