In the shadow of the gallows, not far from the hangman’s noose, the young pick-pocket drowns in the shallow murk of a blindman’s holiday, once the jailer’s doused the glim. He was born under a threepenny planet, dipping wipers for a tot of lightning, dodging charlies and soul-drivers. Holed up in a gospel-shop, pot-valiant, he forgot […]
Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
And The Dish Ran Away with The Spoon
I stare into the slightly tipped silver dish of the moon and sup dreams with a runcible spoon, swallowing rocks and moon dust – no cheese – I don’t want nightmares. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads And the Moon ~ Micro Poetry Today Kerry […]
Birds of a Feather
Bellowing blarney in bare twigs, the oncoming storm is accompanied by gravel-rasp of crows and reverberating raven echoes. High above the ridge, the first appears, joined by a second artist of the air, wingtip to wingtip, rolling and diving, tearing apart the leaden shroud of cloud in a monsoon of rain and feathers: birds battling […]
Eating Poetry
The mille-feuille pastry of a freshly baked poem crumbles at the ferocity of the pen, fragile flakes fly, dotting pages with sugar, a sweetness that may turn stale if we try to savour it for too long. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest I’m hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at Imaginary Garden with […]
Ramshackle
Pitiless tides crash down crumbling cliffs, monuments of earth, chalk and stone, tossing grey-headed gulls like ramshackle skiffs amongst shattered shells and broken bones. Tattered terns gyre between columns of wind, soaked and salted by anarchic waves, battling the air with drowsy wings like ragbag, blustering buccaneers. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest […]
Radical
Scientists and builders envision a future skyscraper that devours smog: free radicals will mélange mist and fog, metaphor murk and mêlée confusion into melancholy morasses and disperse them into the sky as mellifluous gases. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics – Verbify Me! Also linked to […]
Hubbub
Amongst my brain’s circuitry and conscious lucidity, are crepuscular spaces invaded by voices of the unborn and half-fledged. Poetic words worm and edge, scritch-scratching senses into phrases and sentences; ragged nightmares and dreams into outfits with hems and seams; proper poems with lines and stanzas; sonnets draped with velvets and organzas, haiku and tanka wrapped […]
Spring Sirens
Titanic waves dash shallow dunes, Whipping marram and couch grass Into whistling spring-tide siren tunes. Surges pulverise heaven and earth And sculpt the beach into a curve. The suicidal tidal moon surfs Across the restless sea and laughs As cottages tumble down the street Shore bound, where the elements meet, And disintegrate in gushing foam: […]
Menopause with Knobs On
Once, my black dorsal broke through undulations, glistening with the ocean. Descendants and life bask behind me, a one hundred year old granny, five tons – plenty of blubber. I gave birth to my last calf in my thirties, now there are only females and I count barnacles, an awkward Orca surfing night sweats, beached […]
Eyes Wide Open
At five o’clock, the moon’s face Peered into my window, Suspended in the space Between the branches of the willow, Pregnant with poetry. At six, I blindly tip-toed down the shadow Of the stairs, carefully Cradling my lunar embryo, Crooning a lullaby, a celestial tune To soothe the baby moon. At dawn, the poem was […]
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