Tag: Eyes

I am the Blue of my Mother’s Eyes

I am the songs that my mother sang to me the dust of Coty powder on her nose, cheek and chin the peach lipstick imprints on the paper hankie that she threw with panache into the nearest waste bin I am the softness of my mother’s favourite sweater the way her chiffon scarf wafted in […]

A Pair of (Still) Blue Eyes – final draft

They have retained their lustre, yet it is dark beneath closed lids. They filter light to conjure colour in dialogue with the brain, resonant as Shakespearean actors. Tired after years of looking and seeing beyond words, they require lenses, windows on blurry landscapes and distorted Giacometti figures. They are prickling thistles, friable pillows of delicate […]

A Pair of (Still) Blue Eyes

We have retained our lustre, no vile jellies, and yet we know darkness. We orbs are oratory with the resonance of a Shakespearean player. We have a direct line to the brain, filtering light to conjure colour. But we need lenses, windows on blurry landscapes, distorted Giacometti figures, aliens in our owner’s ocular world. We […]

Through the eyes of a child

tossed by gusts of wind harlequin leaves swirl and dance a sky full of kites   © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille September 7th 2016 tribute to Jane Reichhold This week it’s time (again) for haiku, the smallest and most complex poetry form, which […]