She listened to their words, A choir of hungry birds That pecked at her heart, Pullng it apart To build a nest Within her breast. Emotions hatched, Bright eggs that cracked And split, still-birthed And trodden into earth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Literary […]
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Beauty and the Beast
Roads flanked with buildings merge into paths flanked with tombs, a city within a city, where the living and the dead repose in separate rooms. Among manholes and rotting flowers, the eyes of cameras find infinite traces of beauty and sometimes a beast. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
A Girl in Every Drugstore
She waited at the drugstore, cradling her Coke float, Staring at the ice – menacing berg or sinking boat? And then, there he was, all uniformed and smart, The type of guy she knew was bound to break her fragile heart, But with his hair greased back, sitting on a shiny stool, He epitomised everything […]
Chestnuts and Honesty
Lacklustre remains of chestnuts Nestle in messy mats of leaves And wind-dried crackling pods Marked by embryonic seeds. The forest floor’s fluorescent With early morning frost, Strung with brittle gossamer, Slippery with drips and trickles. The world awakes to winter bells: A glockenspiel of icicles. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – Ilmari Nen My response to […]
Stardust
How wonderful it would be to catch just a pinch of stardust on a rooftop in Oslo, Paris or Berlin: a handful of micrometeorites, traces of ancient cosmic dust, falling through the atmosphere, merging with terrestrial grime and rust, tiny flakes of matter from the start of our Solar System – and wish on it. […]
Good Riddance to 2016
This last year has stolen Childhood memories, Sprayed terror like graffiti On walls of peaceful cities, Torn stars and heroes Like leaves off autumn trees, While we clung to a glass cliff In a year of tragedies. A wave of coulrophobia, Caused by the election, Was surfed by post-truth politics On a tempestuous ocean. 2016 […]
Rope Trick
Twisted strands of silent bangles, Bloody hands from knots and tangles, Slung and tied, she is suspended Vertically, rolled and upended In an age-old circus trick On a rope tensile and thick, She slips up fibres like a snake Up vines, praying they will not break. Kim M. Russell, 2016 – Natalia Drepina My response […]
Untitled (Last Piece of the Ocean)
each ripple is a piece of jigsaw shapes that sea and saw to infinity and beyond pieced together in a pond swimming pool lake or river warm as blood or cold as a shiver interlocking seahorse rocking seashell washing beach-crashing a wavy motion casting away the last piece of the ocean Kim M. Russell, 2016 […]
Cold Hands
Your hands were always cold, my dear, Despite temperature and weather, The only time they warmed, my dear, Was when we were together, When you put your arms around my waist And intertwined your fingers. I can feel your breath upon my cheek, The scent of you still lingers, But now there’s only icy hands, […]
Echoes of Twilight
On the air, the taste of frost; breath of wood smoke and tang of leaves are suspended in twilight. A full moon reaches out to touch reflections splintering the white, tinged with bright lights of Christmas trees. Twinkling through the streetlight’s glow, intimate lamps of home remind us that its time to make our way. […]
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