I remember watching Soldier Blue, under age, naive, not sure what the film was about back then in early nineteen seventy two. At first, I thought it was a romantic cowboy flick, as I was watching Soldier Blue. The landscape was not like ours; Sand Creek had enormous mountains, gentle plains, a sky of blue […]
Tag: Fashion me your words
Folding Rainbows
I watch each crystal raindrop that trickles down the window, a tear that lands with a dull plop in the blur of steamed-up glass. Inside each crystal raindrop is a spectrum folded in a bow, science captured in a full stop, a miracle that cannot be surpassed. Somewhere there’s a ray of hope and sunshine […]
Slowly
flake by feathery flake snow falls on the frozen lake milky light fills the sky at daybreak icing trickles on the Christmas cake children smile at a snow-globe shake slowly across the world Christmas wakes Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fashion me your words: slowly Gillena’s challenge this […]
House of Trees
Many branches have been lost. Storm scars heal and leaves rain. Strong-standing trees twinkle with sunlight again, billowing autumn with colourful drifts and crunch of acorns underfoot. In the heart of oaken breasts, squirrels busily stock their nests, warm and winter ready. We too have taken stock: logs are stacked and kindling’s chopped; soon there […]
Flood
Liquid gushes out of drains and fills up gutters. Is Zeus dozing in the bath again? I imagine him luxuriating, how infuriating: while rain bursts river banks and breaches dams, he rests his divine head. I wish he’d shower instead. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fashion Me Your […]
Childhood Goblins
Towers, chimneys and rooftops disintegrate in a colourwash of sunset and night’s ink drops spill into puddles of dreams, when children hear the goblins cry: “Come buy our fruits, come buy, come buy!” Curious thoughts enter little heads that lie in comfort on soft pillows, invade the safety of their beds, pull at the quilts, remove the […]
The Edge of Dawn
I’m waking on the edge of dawn, shadow-lit and milky-grey, diffused by pigeon’s wings in sun as they ascend into the day. I’m clinging to the edge of dawn, a sparkling morning has arrived, and the magic’s only just begun: mist clears from heaven’s eye, leaves snowdrop-scented dew on lawn, and daffodil trumpets breathe a […]
The Poet Answers
Answer Morning – Where is the moon – Where are the stars – Where are the dreams? Ah, said Morning – Where is the dew – Where are the birds – Where are the poems? Sparkled the Sun – Where is your pen – Where are the words – Where are the rhymes? Here, said […]
North Norfolk Mammoth (reprise)
Amongst mounds of stones and sand at the foot Of crumbling cliffs, where Norfolk juts its chin, Stubborn and defiant as King Canute Watching the waves roll out and crash back in On flat landscape from Yarmouth to King’s Lynn, A rich treasury of ancient fossils, Cached by glaciers in the primeval Landscape almost a […]
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