In August nineteen forty two, amid alpine meadow scent and below skies of glacier blue, Francine and Marcelin, set off on foot to feed their herd. They never returned. Decades of searching melted to an end, revealing backpacks, stopped watch, tin bowls, a glass bottle, shoes still encased in ice, bodies side by side. As […]
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Waking up to Fear
Wind-buffeted morning shadows hunt silhouettes on back-swept wings. Blood, bone and muscle fit like gloves containing consciousness and fetid fearfulness. Everything breaks and dies. We fear the unexpectedness of death, a slow verb about to spring into action one unknown day, never far away. Kim M. Russell, 2017 The Kiss of Death located at Barcelona’s […]
Starshine
The right to twinkle didn’t belong to Marilyn alone, but every star in the dark empyrean dome: the glints, star- dust and the supernovas; stars that dazzle until they fizzle out; and those that hang on to the past, hoping they will last for ever. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Today Gayle is hosting dVerse Poets […]
Seascape with Lighthouse
Waves scream gulls, they flutter sand and scribble chaos in their wake, snatch stones and rocks in foamy hands, rampage on cliffs until they break. Matchstick fishing boats struggle to resist, their anchors taut against the tide, but rollers coil and undertow persists, anchors are dragged and ropes untied. On the cliffs and on the […]
Written in Sunshine
Early this morning, as I was catching up with comments and prompts, I received an unexpected message: ‘Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 2 years ago. Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.’ This gave me some cheer on a Monday morning. Although I retired from teaching three years ago, […]
Weighing Time
We’re soothed by steady ticks and tocks of our old clock, gently knocking, rarely stopping to balance up the weight of time; unclogged by grime, fine polished gears count up the years. We put trust in its staring face, its plodding pace, its simple chime as it calls time. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
A Writer’s Window
Outside is a garden, wild and green, from my study window seen. It’s tangled with branches and shadowed with leaves: my garden has the coolest breeze. The riotous grass is sunlight-dappled, scattered with plum, quince and apple. The dome of willows is a hideaway where cats, deer and pheasants play. Outside the window are trees […]
Flicker
Poems are born as tiny flickers from diverse seeds of our imagination that germinate, sprout and quicken, ready to be planted in other people’s minds, where they can bloom and flower or they can droop and wither in the frost of poets’ winter: misinterpretation. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]
Summer Shades
Sky of robin egg blue splits; zigzags crack across its shell, spill sun, a yellow yolk, a glue uniting buttercup and gorse. Midas rays riffle ponds and pools, spark mayfly nymphs that break the surface like gilded bubbles in their ghostly mating rituals. Sunlight joins the dance, dives into chickweed, surfaces to gleam on slippery […]
Blessing in Disguise
In darkened rooms with curtains pulled to banish day, we welcome gloom, unaware of gaps allowing rays to bathe our eyes – sadness consoles grievers, a blessing in disguise. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Blessings Paul tells us that he has been reading Anam […]
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