How many brass lamps must be burnished before my wish is granted? Not even the golden lamps of autumn are furnished with a genie to do my bidding. And heaven has so many stars on which I’ve wished, all silver, like the moon, which gave me seven lines that rhyme, and this poem can be […]
Tag: Just One Word
Grandmother’s Trinket Box
The tiny ballerina danced to a melody from Swan Lake played on tiny bells when you opened the lid – she posed before a mirror en pointe, like I once did. A heap of trinkets sparkled, a treasure trove to me, glittering golden brooches, dangling earrings with rubies and an emerald buckle bangle: my Sunday […]
In Pieces
a part of her has always been apart a […]
Etiquette
A pretty word is etiquette, similar to pirouette, yet it rhymes with petty mundane things like vinaigrette, eau de toilette, kitchenette, flannelette or washing at the launderette, leatherette or stockinette, or even string-pulled marionettes. I prefer the dark romance of a planchette or a silhouette. I’d rather be a suffragette. Kim M. Russell, 7th April […]
Chilled to their Inner Rings
They wait for spring, those intimate winter trees at the end of the garden: unadorned birches tall, bare and skeletal white trunks shining, patient old friends chilled through with icy winds and frost each morning. Kim M. Russell, 9th February 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Just One Word: Sensation, also linked […]
A Hollow Season
Oh, season of hollow darkness and silence! When the blackbird sings before Christmas, she will cry before Candlemas, is how the saying goes; so I forgive the muted blackbird and thank the thrush for singing sweet promises of spring despite threats of frost and snow. Kim M. Russell, 12th January 2019 My response to Imaginary […]
writing in north norfolk 