allusive brush of mist and dew dissolves fields the landscape becomes a swirling maelstrom trees are beaching whales Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Shadorma This week Marian is hosting the weekend mini-challenge; she says she was thinking about how she’s been a bit stuck lately, […]
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Toads in Tandem: Creature Comforts
Izy Gruye and I tangoed together in a poetic tandem over on Imaginary Garden with Real toads. Our poem is called ‘Creature Comforts‘ – click on the title to find us!
Hauling in Winter
The ocean sings a melancholy tune with its infinite whispers of tide and moon. Whiskey coloured waves wash and tumble sand, where fishermen haul in, hand over hand, a net of jelly fish and tangled mermaid tails, shark fins and teeth, up to the whale- backed dunes, where the season gives russet hair a haughty […]
Dark Reflections
Avoid the shadow of a black moon on the night of Halloween, and don’t gaze into a looking-glass to see the future or the past. For if the tides are out of kilter and you’ve imbibed a magic philtre, you’ll attract the desire of the one you see: the you in the mirror won’t let […]
Shed Theory
In the corner of my eye, above the relative order of notepads and CDs, I can see the sad ruin of the garden shed, silent and crumbling in a nettle bed. Inside, brambles try to make their escape, scratching at windows that crack and break, held together in the embrace of neatly spun cobweb lace. […]
A small ode to small things
small feet toddle through my dusty memory they leave everlasting prints though her adult feet would never fit in my shoes I remember the curl of small toes waiting to be tickled and a small wet thumb that slipped from rosebud lips these small things awaken a thrill of anticipation at the small seed inside […]
Burial Boat
A boat has flamed into the market square; although its wood has rotted away, its soul is impressed into the soil. All that’s left is rust and nails, a broken key, a piece of spoon, and the remains of two long bones. A hidden surprise in the heart of a city, a flat-bottomed Viking coffin […]
Spirit of the Broads
The smell of freedom and warm winds of summer linger in my sails a little longer, tangling ragged leaves in ropes. I feel the chilly current from the deep below, persistent waves ripple and break against my prow, tug my mooring, in a constant urging to break free before I am encased in winter. Kim […]
Obfuscation
Fog blows in, a gasp of winter from the coast, muffles the shame of trees scantily clothed in withered leaves. Footsteps ring hollow on the path, insipid shadows teeter into view and disappear into the periphery, stirred into the murky brew. Sodium yellow glows from the village store, disperses into shades of nicotine filter-tipped with […]
Waxing Rhetorical
Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
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