How curious can rabbits be? Imagination and bunnies run riot beneath a canopy of stars, dodging the full bright of a dazzling moon to catch a distant twinkle before it crashes and burns. It’s not counting rabbits but constellations that send us to sleep, prehistoric slideshows projected on the inside of day-sore eyelids while we […]
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Spirit in my Sanctum
I wasn’t told about a sitting tenant, didn’t ask for a housemate, certainly not an old creeper, a slipper shuffler, who leaves the seat up, the tap running and ghostly messages on the steamed-up bathroom mirror. I wouldn’t mind so much if he’d just leave me some of the bedclothes and stop levitating me when […]
The Beauty of Scars
The world can’t change its heart of scars, they are tattooed on every inch: silver words of sorrow and hurt birthing poems from blood and dirt, reminding us where we began and giving hope that we might end in a place where everyone appreciates the beauty of scars. Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2019 My […]
Cheese on Toast
I remember when we used to walk hand in hand along a sandy road that led to North Sea dunes, so deep into the night the lights had gone out in all the houses; we were guided by a sky full of stars and every time the moon disappeared, a nosy neighbour behind a curtain […]
I’m your little snow globe
Inside the roundness of my orb is a beach hut the colour of the sea, not grey as you’d expect on a wintry day but an optimistic shade of jade. There’s snow on its roof and sand at its base, a perfect place to write or watch the stars come out at night. I sit […]
April
April started just today and yet it seems so far away, a distant joke other people play when they are young and full of life. I remember being drunk with love, with music and the stars above, the cosy walks in sun and rain; I hope we’ll do it all again now that April’s here. […]
Expanding
My mind and the universe expand: looking back down the telescope of life, I see my younger self, a tiny planet, […]
A Yellow Smile
On this March afternoon outside my dusty window, a smudge in sunshine becomes a glint of lemon and flutters into view: the first spring butterfly flashes me a yellow smile. Kim M. Russell, 30th March 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Get Listed: Late March Edition Sanaa is back with ‘March: An […]
Into the Sea
We are crumbling, eroding into the sea with our pigmentations of blue, brown and green, accompanied by a withering wind and scent of rain. Dithering on mouldering marsh and […]
Bright Grace
In the darkness of a November night, the autumn moon rose proud and bright, and so did you, my magical child, in a landscape green and wild. You were my ēlē every morning, the grace of light, of each day dawning, the most beautiful in Celtic lore, Gráinne, beloved, a mythical flower. Kim M. Russell, […]
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