Voice of a Bombed Church

My consecrated masonry crumbles and the bones of my joists are split and splintered. Grey light filters through shattered slates and windows, chasing dry dust motes through portals without doors. Thick brick dust trickles.My pointed arches barely withstood destructive forces. The only kindness I receive is from pigeons cooing in my beams,roosting in my ruins. […]

Still Life with Crab

In the left-hand foreground, balanced on the corner of a table laid with brown and cream linen, is a knife with a decorative ivory handle. Directly behind, a shiny upturned glass on a platter of brass beside a bunch of plump black grapes, just in front of a dish of ruby pomegranate seeds, into which […]

Vincent’s Vagaries

lightning rod madness in his hand wheeling stars round the moon brush strokes burning into dawn a conflagration   © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond: Robert Fagles – September 17, 2016 This week Paloma has asked us to continue to follow Candy’s lead by reinterpreting an existing poem as a […]

A Few Clerihew

John Donne Was a dirty old man Who likened fondling and seduction To New World exploration   John Milton Was a glutton for Stilton Nightmares from cheese on toast Resulted in Paradise Lost   Elizabeth Barrett Browning Couldn’t stop frowning Like many lady Victorians She was hooked on laudanum   © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My […]

Freewheeling Solstice

solstice cycle freewheeling through summer days then long nights draw in   © Kim M. Russell, 2016 I have a large framed print of this photograph on my study wall: Hermann Landshoff. ‘The Bicyclers’ Published in ‘Junior Bazaar’ August 1946 Image found on  artblart.com My response to Carpe Diem #1054 Summer Solstice Today our prompt is Summer […]