the mundane, the telling not showing magnify the intricacy of the small present the world through eyes that are seeing not closed to the truth but challenging all change the world through originality but never forget the world’s constantly turning evolving with new birth and creativity as long as you know that the sun is […]
Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Everything Stopped
The room was silent. In one fell swoop of those planes the buzz just stopped – everything stopped, everyone stared at computer or TV screens, in disbelief at what they’d seen. Everything stopped, the world stopped spinning for a moment. So far from this tragedy and yet so close to anguished faces, desperate faces, faces […]
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 […]
The Beauty of Flatness
we wake each day in a flat landscape earth and sky extend to the horizon the only line breaks in this epic poem are corrugations of ridges and furrows ditches choked with waterweed and marsh woundwort’s stout pink heads birds smudge the milky welkin as they slip low over marsh and field spooked by the […]
A Winter Forecast
I watch the mist of an autumn morning creep across the fields, shrouding the grey outline of the church and leaving a scattering of dew. In this moment I think of you still chasing dreams like a youthful robin tuning up in preparation for the spring, and me a wood pigeon with my loud and […]
Shell
it coils around a spiral illuminated with a mother of pearl shimmer a vertiginous seduction into the sea’s ear cast away like an ech- o Kim M. Russell, 1st September 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini Challenge: Camera FLASH! also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry Kerry says that this […]
let’s get away…
to an archipelago that dips low and green in the silken blue of the sea let’s wander along cliffs that fall sheer and grey down into a bay where granite sand glints between stones seashells and bleached fish bones let’s build a castle on a deserted beach with a moat that only waves can breach […]
Norfolk Rarebit
In the early years of marriage, North Norfolk winters were harsh. We huddled together in a draughty cottage, where the sash windows rattled throughout the night. Under pitch-black skies full of stars, we’d walk the dog along the coast and up the dunes to the haunted pub for a drawn-out pint before closing time. Dizzy with […]
In the Street of the Sky – a quadrille
Audacious night is out there scattering poems again like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars, all over the street of the sky. Full of wonder, at the open window, all I can do is watch carefully in case night accidentally drops one in my lap. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
Impending
Copper acres turned to tinder below the cloudy bowl gorged with the soundless majesty of cumulonimbus and cumuli. Even the swifts had left the sky, and with them summer; no more shapes like black boomerangs on a breaking-wave horizon. It swelled gradually, a black migraine of a thunderstorm, a tight black bubble fit to burst […]
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