Yellow catkins drip from grey willow, catch early morning light through mist. Another season dwindles like smoke or ghosts of long-lost family and friends, and drifts away with my self-worth, my memory, the agility of mind and body. Yet I am are still learning, in my nostalgic yearning, to become untethered like a boat and […]
Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Decadence
Through shades of monochrome aureate decadence glimmers: feathered turban shimmers; richly embroidered sleeve and shoulder spark white and grey, a hint of gold. But her eyes are hidden embers, cold, old. Kim M. Russell, 5th May 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose […]
Frida’s Reality
“I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” Frida Kahlo Mexican heat invades each night, pervades the frangible seams and transmutes dreams to nightmares, thickly oiling the barren landscape vivid, livid with pain. Morning arrives again with the promise of reality, a canvas to daub with certainty self-portraits of her truth. Kim M. Russell, […]
Getting Wild with Crows
I want to strut with crows, stomp and kick the rows of neatly turned furrows in a field freshly harrowed. I want to scribble and scrawl on geometric shapes with crayons of ploughed-brown, corn-green and yellow oil-seed rape. Bring on the vivid hues so we can fly among the blues and splash inky shadows on […]
Verbing an Anthophila
I found the first one of spring on my windowsill, just bee-ing, when it should have been meadowing with a swarm, oceaning a roar, pollening and sweetnessing with honeyed kissing. Instead, it’s dead, Just bee-ing. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Thirty poems in April: a final […]
Almost there
A saddle-worn cowboy on the road hears the promise of amber bourbon in the strains of a lonesome tune. He slaps a dusty faded Stetson against his aching thigh and wipes the grit from his eye. There’s an arduous ache in the back of his throat that begs for that golden liquid burn. His swollen […]
I Remember Watching Soldier Blue
I remember watching Soldier Blue, under age, naive, not sure what the film was about back then in early nineteen seventy two. At first, I thought it was a romantic cowboy flick, as I was watching Soldier Blue. The landscape was not like ours; Sand Creek had enormous mountains, gentle plains, a sky of blue […]
One brief moment
It vanished in a whorl of icy bubbles, a kingfisher, the first one of the spring. It drew a line through early morning mist, it punctuated silence of the pond with splash and sparkle – then it disappeared. I waited by the river every day, my soles imprinted on the dew-soaked grass, to catch a […]
Five
five fingers on each hand five finger exercise spans hard piano keys to play her favourite tune chocolate finger biscuits licking each finger clean a wave of fingers wavering as she walks away Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo A list with a twist Izy’s our host today […]
Green with it
the sky is milky on the overhead cables pigeons are as lazy as the day grass drips with rain leftovers from the night before even the breeze doesn’t have the energy to whip up a few branches snatch off a handful of blossom and me I have to get up and get out face the […]
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