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 […]
Tag: Fussy Little Forms
Muted Blackbird
Quintessence of fluting blackbird’s gone; at sunrise, golden-beaked jet-black throats no longer sing, though summer’s in full swing. Kim M. Russell, 15th July 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Tricube – also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry Marian is back in the Garden this weekend with Fussy Little […]
What is Truth?
Truth is not ceramic moulded and fired only to be smashed in hard light of day. Kim M. Russell, 10th June 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Tetractys Marian wants us to try a simple and elegant form this weekend that may allow us to focus on balance: it […]
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, […]
My first try at a Tanaga
Memorable March landscapes glimmer. Morning song escapes, giddy with green budding light, new life breaking like a tide. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Tanaga Marian says that she wrote this prompt in the early morning as her town woke up under a blanket of fresh […]
Cloud Thieves
The garden’s gaunt with February grey, even the grass is dirty this early morning Sunday and the clouds above are murky, drifting ragged ghosts or a witchy hurly burly racing towards the coast. One sudden ray of sun distracts them from their post; light-fingered clouds gather as one, purloin the golden coin and run. Kim […]
Blowing his Own Trumpet
Pinocchio’s truthful nose swells and grows with lies but his eyes sink and skies grow black no way back now hijack fake news Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Than Bauk Marian has given us a big challenge with another fussy little form, the Burmese THAN […]
