Once I walked among dusty cars, along crowded streets, hemmed in by buildings and a depression of sky. I had the freedom, the privilege to choose green. Fields, trees and lush leaves are all that crowd me now, and the sky, although not green, stretches its hugeness to infinity. Kim M. Russell, 18th February 2019 […]
Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Dreams of Sap and Bark
They’d been whispering all night. I looked out of the bedroom window, hoping to catch them at it; I breathed in their beauty but all I heard was the hoot of an owl and the distant bark of a dog. This morning, when the moon had disappeared, I just knew they’d been awake all night […]
The Blossoming
Love begins as a bud, new, green and fragile, teased by the breeze and early morning dew. Love begins to open, soft, shy and gentle, caressed by the breeze and the rising sun. Love bursts and blossoms, bright and transcendental, mingling spring scents and lovers’ breath. Love often withers, brown, dry and fearful, hoping that […]
Nature’s Game
She lurks in the shadows, her grey-brown trunk short, furrowed and corky, long branches pointy winter wands, charming icicles, writing spells with frost and disappearing into mist. She has already drawn the path of winter’s exile in her elder scrolls, plotted the return of spring with a joyful blossom blast: choirs of birds and drone […]
Chilled to their Inner Rings
They wait for spring, those intimate winter trees at the end of the garden: unadorned birches tall, bare and skeletal white trunks shining, patient old friends chilled through with icy winds and frost each morning. Kim M. Russell, 9th February 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Just One Word: Sensation, also linked […]
At this Moment
I’m sitting in my study in front of my laptop, Filofax and paperwork littering the desktop. In the background, The Archers is on the radio, otherwise the house is still, my only company Mojo, the little green-eyed cat, scrutinising every move I make, her pink nose pushing at my hand, urging me to take a […]
Unseen
I no longer need to hide in doorways and shadows – I’m one of the unseen. I’m a tatty pigeon faltering on feathers of memories. I’m a twisted old silver birch, invisible in moonlight. I’m a river with no audible ripple, grown lumpen and tufty, dried to a trickle and a tangle of reeds. I […]
The Point of Return
pristine pages of possibility flutter out the window into the sky fragile words on wings of air hovering ready to fall […]
Like Marilyn
In those old photographs, I see a teenager, pale and lacking confidence, happy to allow mother or sister-in-law to take over for a while, united in womanhood, your blonde hair curled around your face, like Marilyn’s. I arrived too soon. The sparkle of the glamorous life you hoped for faded into monochrome. You grew up […]
Unfettered
Snowdrops bring (de) light to the darkest, coldest months of winter: one day, tentatively poking green heads through hard soil; the next, trickling into a snowdrift of white flowers, gentle harbingers of unfettered reproduction and the joyous riot of spring. Kim M. Russell, 29th January 2019 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Harbinger, also […]
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