A caged bird sharpened its beakon cuttlebone. Did it wonder about the cuttlefish,decomposed, washed onto a beach? Was it waiting for an artist to carve itinto something new and beautiful? Maybe a mould for a brooch or pendant —or a bird. Kim M. Russell, 6th April 2026 It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub; […]
Tag: Bone
Skulled
Grassy scree sweeps, a crumpled quilt on windblown moors, broken only by thistles like globe artichoke heads and a sole skull, once warm and woolly but now long dead – no skeleton, the only backbone formed by distant tors. Bowing stiffly before the threatening gale, sedge clumps hiss and escaping hoverflies hum a monotone refrain. […]
Stone and Bone
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Prompt #46: “What’s Left of the Flag” by Flogging Molly Crossing the borders of sanity Into lands unknown, Losing hope of humanity, Braving the future alone. Bearing the flag of freedom, Tattered and wind-blown; Grasping at remnants of reason In a handful of stone and bone. Craving for crumbs […]
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