November Poppies

the war was over her childhood sweetheart didn’t return and those blood-red out-of-season poppies bloomed each year in November Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Cherita  also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry This weekend Marian brings us the cherita, a form created by […]

The End and the Beginning

After the delay to summer’s end, autumn fruits and berries remind us of the taste of summer the luxurious heat the lingering light the genesis of brand new buds of spring red purple gold and brown wrapped in grey mist and the smell of leaves smoke curls from a bonfire long before the chimneys belch […]

A Plea to Poseidon

I ignore big ships silently trudging the horizon, scan the weathered citadel of seabirds, guano island, bleached and weather-worn, sharp as the eye teeth of a siren, the stench hovering like halitosis. Oh Poseidon! Send us rain to percolate the rockscape, moon and stars to embellish the seascape. Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2018 My […]

Capricious May

May is capricious, the garden is luscious, bathed in soft sun, daisy and dandelion- spattered. Sky turns bruised plum, sweetly congeals cloud jam, a chiff-chaff’s  half-hearted call warning of imminent rainfall. Warning of imminent rainfall, a chiff-chaff’s half-hearted call sweetly congeals cloud jam. Sky turns bruised plum, spattered daisy and dandelion bathed in soft sun, […]