Ripped from the comfort of familiar soil my roots feel the limits of a pot; my shoots are anxious to uncurl before they shrivel up and rot. Other plants on the window sill are greener, more colourful than me, the tulips and the daffodils bursting from their bulbs with glee. I feed on dreams of […]
Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Safe in her Pocket
She sees through his bravado, a juvenile planet Earth peeping through Saturn’s halo. His stretched open lips reveal his innermost fears and his soul slips down his cheek. She pulls apart his terrors, soothes his pain and with one look, pockets his heart. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Andi Abdul Halil My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
Feather
I hold the fragile, hollow shaft bone carefully between fingers and thumb, study its iridescent greens and blues playing tricks and changing hues as I turn it in the light. In this fractal fragment of flight, old now, discarded and renewed, I sense the sorrowful stare of eyes, preserved forever in a poet’s quill, in […]
Childhood Goblins
Towers, chimneys and rooftops disintegrate in a colourwash of sunset and night’s ink drops spill into puddles of dreams, when children hear the goblins cry: “Come buy our fruits, come buy, come buy!” Curious thoughts enter little heads that lie in comfort on soft pillows, invade the safety of their beds, pull at the quilts, remove the […]
Thirst
sun-blasted pasture craves cloud a satisfying sip of shadow withered grass gasps a long rattling breath in the meadow stretches a dusty lustreless tongue across burning red soil and licks the sea Kim M. Russell, 2017 Mi Young Lee My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee Susie […]
Little Mermaid
I was foam and I was surf, a wind-borne sigh, a washing wave upon the earth, a sea-child, I. I lost my fishy smell for him, my tail and scales, I gave up my right to swim and sing with whales. In my mouth a withered root of witch-torn tongue which I had to prostitute […]
Celtic Crow
One eye glances askance, glittering jet lustre. Is Morrighan watching? Will she visit you? Wings open like a broken umbrella, a sheen of funereal feathers. Is it alone or are there three to strike fear in the hearts of the enemy? Talons scratch a morbid beat to the castanet clacking of its beak. Sacred sister […]
T-shirt
creased up at the foot of the bed, hugging to itself the scent of you, a scent that it releases and exudes as I fold it tenderly Kim M. Russell My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April – Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy A big welcome to Sanaa, […]
Breathing
each breath secures the high harmony an anchor in a gale blowing dust off the mantelpiece standing on tiptoes clouding the mirror with a steady in and out Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 18 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re getting started. I’ve linked this post to […]
A Single Mother’s Work
Always the first one to arrive, drop her child off, say goodbye and run to catch the bus, but we got by. Messages with a certain tone, the school has just been on the phone, you forgot her lunch, you weren’t the only one. A struggle to get back on time, bags of shopping snag […]
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