Amidst an army of slim trunks and branches, starkly silver across the bruise of swollen clouds, a shimmering shaft of optimistic sunlight explodes with April drizzle. Ephemeral rain-shadows dissolve into prismatic bows and rippling puddles sparkle with liquidity, intensifying spring and her growing pellucidity. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
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Washing Line Blues
Although it is a sunny day the rotary drier is sad today and drooping on her zimmer frame when she should be spinning in fresh zephyrs of spring. When she’s all pegged out with pillows, and fresh, clean towels that flap and billow, dancing trousers, shirts and sheets, with grass and daisies at her feet, the […]
Bay Leaf Shadows
Our bay tree had to be trimmed back. It’s a sad fact. When we first moved in, almost seventeen years ago, it was a neat little tree, reaching just above my head. I loved it. I still do. But it evolved into a giant that was wrecking the gutter, the roof, the paving stones that […]
Untethered
As she gradually lost her memory, she lost herself. Haunted by the loss, her anchor rope frayed, detached from sentence and paragraph of life’s prose. Weightless and joyless, she floated in free verse of demented poetry. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Irony […]
View from a Roof
Each morning we sit here, a pair of old boots grumbling and preening grey feathers after a reveille of tweets and hoots has awakened us, whatever the weather. Anticipating a spring full of song, I rasp a throaty coo, try to sing along but in the corner of my beady eye I glimpse grey squirrels […]
Ballooning All the Words
Dawn shimmered and rose, bubbling balloons. Green shadows breathed whispers, giggled ghostly leaves, skipping, dancing on a spring breeze, melting cloud, curling a grin, sparkling cues to let them in. Arm twisted by their journey’s scars, I open windows ajar to a spilling lullaby. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest Another dVerse Poets […]
Weather Balloon
Storm clouds jostle on the horizon, ballooning and glowering, they threaten to burst. They have banished the full moon to the depths of a lake and inflated a weather balloon, set it free to rise high above the billowing mass – it’ll be raining soon. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response […]
Babel
Heated squeaks pierce the twilight – bats again, with their different calls echoing off trees and walls. After the long silence of hibernation, they have found voices to argue, I imagine, about personal space and food. Who wouldn’t, after hanging so close together for the duration of a cold winter? Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image […]
River Sounds
The river gleams dully between trees and gate, tossing tethered boats, setting ropes a-jingle as they wait to be released among hissing reeds and creaking willows. A whistling whirr of wings underscores a skein of honking geese unravelling across high clouds, broken by the raucous cry of a black-headed gull, a permanent marker in a […]
Melanzane Parmigiana
My husband David is an excellent cook. He has some marvellous signature dishes and isn’t afraid to experiment when time allows. We love food from the Mediterranean, particularly Italian food for its freshness, rich flavours and colours. The first time David tried his hand at one of my favourite Italian dishes, I was transported to […]
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