In the darkness of the city a weapon clatters to the pavement. Nobody listens. The traffic clamours. Always. She was once moon-eyed and young, trying Her wings. Now, in a dark alley, a middle-aged woman lifts up her tear-stained Face and is dragged behind the rubbish bins, Into the shadows. She lies amongst the rotting […]
Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Piglit Kicks Butt
A little Thursday whimsy I may be very small But I’m not afraid at all In the face of heffalumps and woozles, Nor will I be bamboozled By gravel pits, mist and floods. I survived a North Pole Expotition And I’m the subject of a composition: A song with seven verses About my gallant […]
Fragile Bond of Sisterhood
Open oceans cannot stop these tides Of grief, the trickle and splash of sorrow Over-spilling rivers, bursting through sides Of lakes with the constant ebb and flow, Deceived by the duplicity of a cancerous Two-faced moon. I believed that blood Was thicker but you turned hazardous And you broke the fragile bond of sisterhood. The […]
Voice of a Bombed Church
My consecrated masonry crumbles and the bones of my joists are split and splintered. Grey light filters through shattered slates and windows, chasing dry dust motes through portals without doors. Thick brick dust trickles.My pointed arches barely withstood destructive forces. The only kindness I receive is from pigeons cooing in my beams,roosting in my ruins. […]
Death Wears it Well
Death wears Anorexia well, draping the latest fashion against her bony frame – it’s all about the name – weighing herself up in the mirror, nude. Her attitude is rude and sassy, with a hint of fear, as she tucks lank hair behind her ear, turns to view her new tattoo and wonders why it’s […]
Mojo
There’s a warmth Across my back That sinks into my heart: A tiny, stripy witch’s cat Between my spine And the cushion where I’m sat, Vibrating like a juju stick, Keeping my gripes at bay, Lightening up A sad old tabby day. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to imaginary garden with real toads […]
Autumn Butterflies
Flickers of orange and crimson wings Energised by the sun, Blunder into September As leaves that twirl And wildly whirl In innocent passion For the balmy glaze Of early autumn days. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image copyrighted: Isadora Gruye Photography. Reprint only with permission. My response to imaginary garden with real toads Out of Standard […]
And the Bicycle Spoke
I’ve been leaning against this wall all morning, Waiting to give my spokes an airing, Change gear, hear my bell rattling And tyres hiss as I bounce Over cobblestones. Instead, I’ve been dabbling In philosophy, contemplating Kierkegaard, Plato, Schopenhauer and Camus While I wait for you, Tucked out of sight Beside the gate. My cycle […]
Midnight Drawing
The sleeping artist’s finger smears bright chalk on night’s murk of monochrome shadows. The artist is at work, splashing golds and blues in a dream’s inky hues, scribbling phantasmal figments in glimmering pigments that explode like chrysanthemums and burn like red hot geraniums across the canvas sheets and evaporate with the onset of morning light. […]
Knell of the Elephant Bell
The hollow knell Of a brass elephant bell’s Ponderous tune Begins to swell, Low and musical In the forest gloom. An elephant bull Strives in limited room, First his shoulder lifts, The bell rumbles, Then his body shifts From side to side And the bell tumbles Around his neck, An extra burden, A signal bell, […]
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