Gazing at flowery constellationsclustered around the silver birchby the back gate, friends and relationscome to mind in a surge of blue.I don’t need to searchmyself, my heart or mind for embersof memories. I remember you,and wonder who will think of me,perhaps standing beneath a tree,ankle-deep in azure forget-me-notsblinking here on Earth, while Itwinkle above them […]
Tag: Memories
After School at Grandmother’s House
My mother worked and wasn’t home until bedtime. It was agreed that my younger sister and I would be collected by my grandmother when we returned to school in September and we would have our tea with her. I remember us holding her hands as we walked from the school to cross the main road […]
Wardrobe of Memories
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #108 Musty memories Shadows and echoes In the muffled dusk Playing hide and seek Amongst stale sweat and musk Of fur coats and tweed suits Sweet scent of summer dress Redolent of happiness Silk slides against bare skin Empty wardrobe lures you in © Kim M. Russell, […]
Violet Memories
My response to Carpe Diem Theme Week #2 Color Your Life: violet dreams of grandmother saturated with her scent flirty violet coming and going with time inhaling fond memories © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on boisdejasmin.com
Kinesthesia of Memories
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #99 She stands at her life’s junction, Kinesthesia in her hand, A heavy suitcase of memories: Frequent beatings, Days when she was famished, Future unknown. Reining in her temerity (Strange luxury – Freedom), she jettisons The past, Exhales her last stale breath, Inhales a fresh one – And […]
Another tanka to brighten up a dull January Sunday
Memories of a Summer Garden The summer garden Was ablaze with shapes and hues, Bursts, swirls and patches, A feast of flaming colour Fresh from an artist’s palette © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.thetimes.co.uk Claude Monet in his garden at Giverny. Photo by Getty Images
Grandma’s Dulcimer
Grandma’s dulcimer Once produced the sweetest sounds From its wooden heart Notes bounced from hammer on strings Memories of long lost things © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Sea Spray
Fizzing spray Effervescent tides Billowing waves On which seagulls ride Roaring breeze Strafing sand Wide-stretching seas Shells and pebbles in your hand ~ Hands full of sand Trickling dreams Memories of the shore Are not what they seem Seagulls and sailing boats Billowing waves Effervescent tides Fizzing spray Image found on www.theconstantrambler.com
Planting Tulips in November
A late spring delight, The turban-shaped flowers, Bold and bright, Enfold memories of Holland; A single vibrant bloom In a vase, in a room, Summons up a multitude In a foreign field. In the garden, you stand, Dull, dry onions in your hand: Precious jewels Wrapped in brown paper. You push them deep Into the […]
I don’t know where this came from…
or perhaps I do. Playground Days I walk through the silent Corridors of my head Where there is no light pollution Just memory intrusion From playground days Memories tattooed Inside my eyelids Of a bench A shredded leaf A leaking pen A fickle friend Who ran off and left me Alone on the bench Image […]
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