Midnight Horror Story

Midnight sculpts moonlight shadows of horror to drink your dreams and suck your screams, sealing your lips with monstrous kisses. Too terrified to open your eyes, you’re paralysed. Your thrash metal heart beats out of time with the night creatures’ call, a chilling signal for the living dead to rise. Cloaked in the foulest funk, […]

One Man’s Kindness in No Man’s Land

Tattered faceless silhouettes Staggered across no-man’s land, Fumbling to attach bayonets, Unkind weapons in shaky hands. Wisps of men blundered in thick of gas Back to the comfort of a mud-filled trench, Eyeless heroes in useless masks Smothering in the toxic stench. One innocent soldier wandering wide, Heading for trenches on the other side, Felt […]

Turtle Dove Duet

heads together cooing a gentle duet love’s ancient symbol © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk My response to Carpe Diem Special (3rd guest) Herman van Rompuy’s 3rd “birds in concert” In another CD Special by Herman van Rompuy (former President of Belgium and President of the EU), Chèvrefeuille has shared three haiku to inspire […]

Chrysanthemum Dreams

bright chrysanthemums exploding in weary eyes let dreams begin © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, October 19th 2016 In this episode of Heeding Haiku With … it is haiku-time again and our challenge is to create a haiku in which we share our dreams or bring our dreams to […]

Autumn River Song

riversong wind blown from autumn trees a stream of gold                                        © Jane Reichhold ripe notes of nuts and berries eddy in a whirl of leaves weeping skies rain soaks fallen foliage diluting colour russet fading into grey seasonal evanescence bonfires burn detritus and dank decay curling on the air musical sigh of the breeze comforting […]

The Benevolence of Barnacles

Watching over the vessel with cold periscope eyes, They partially bury the mine-damaged bow Of the shadowy hulk that was lost for a century, Tucked thirty metres deep below the North Sea. In the windy gaze of a marram-swept coast, Buoying crumbling bones in a crusty embrace, Barnacles embellish the skin of the conning tower, […]