Dawn quietude is rippling with the ecstatic chortling of birds, some overjoyed that last year’s nest survived the winter, others splatting mud and leaves, building new nests in trees and under eaves in a frenetic festival of spring. By July, nests have exploded, their broods unloaded into the summer sky, without a goodbye they are […]
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Przejście (Transition): the anonymous pedestrians of Wroclaw
the weight of bronze hearts sinks in anonymity below the junction daily traffic flows, feet tread and the disappeared return © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #22 Teika’s 8th Tanka Writing Technique – Novel Treatment (prompt: blues) and linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform In today’s episode of […]
The Meeting of the Ways
How many poets and songwriters Have written about the parting of the ways? What about the time when they first meet, When eyes lock, lips touch, fingers tangle As you wander together down the same street? The only signs you need are body language, Exploration of thought and tongue, Locked in a metaphysical conversation Where […]
Doll Phobia
in the dank cellar a distillation of fear seeps from dusty vials moulding into the vile tang of pink plastic with its sardonic grin staring with marbly eyes that blink knowingly in quirky silent movie motion © Kim M. Russell, 2016 – Andre Govia My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #139 and shared on Imaginary Garden with […]
Solitude
In the solitude of the mooring, I watch boats tug their ropes, feel the breath of the river, hear it trickling, peace pooling among the withered gold of autumn grass and whispering thistles, its only mantra the chink of metal, splash and ripple. A swan glides into view. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to […]
Dementia Earthquake
In the past, we’d experienced active faults, grandparents, victims of old age assaults, unable to name the rumbles and shakes that came to be known as dementia earthquakes. And then there was you with your primary waves of forgetfulness, distance and those days when you disappeared behind your blue eyes, just stood and gazed with […]
Surprises
In a blur of inner city (macular) de- generation, corporate vampires suck the blood of the nation, toppling steeples and […]
The School of Time
I’ve attended this school For such a long time, Knowing that I will grow old And graduate, Take leave of stories we’ve told, Songs we played by ear And games we’ve won and lost. At the end, when the last chapter’s read, When the villain is dead and the heroine wed, Let me sleep with […]
After the Clocks Go Back
Shadows spill into living rooms; at four o’clock, car headlights blaze, terrace windows glow and televisions flicker. The trees know: their sap retreats, they shed their leaves, drops of colour pooling where they stand, swirls of colour blowing in the wind. Every afternoon, well before three, I pull on hat, gloves and Wellington greens for […]
Winter Ghosts
Bereft of winter ghosts, I dreamed all spring and sleepwalked through the summer until I noticed leaves and colours turning and suddenly the world was burning. Now tendrils of smoke are curling, twisting into shapes of ghosts and ghouls; damp rises from the earth each morning, creeping misty wraiths and lonely souls. All Hallows Eve […]
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