In the lengthening shadow of summer’s hinterland, leaves are already yellow and their dusty weariness is beginning to show. Counting the days that empty with their falling, tattered and brittle, they know they must go. Kim M. Russell, 29th August 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: Fill The Empty Parts […]
Tag: Micro poetry
Children at a Refugee Camp
Wide eyes and swollen bellies, bruises on the soul: honeyed drips of birdsong. Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 27: In a Station of the Metro Today Toni is hosting and she reminds us that there are only three more days to go […]
Fickle
April is a fickle month: she trips a teetering path through trees mad with ticking, tuneful birds, waking butterflies and bees. She dodges scattered earth and rocks behind a plough; sprinkles tender leaves and shoots with showers; spreads green foam through winter’s mud and, in lengthening evening hours, plays with last thrills of light. Kim […]
Halo of Imagination
How incandescent is graffiti of the mind! On naked brick a celestial trick, a light show of imagination in deepest winter’s meditation. Kim M. Russell, 19th January 2019 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Imagination #writephoto
10th October 1992 (unplugged)
(a traced poem inspired by ‘Moment’ by Carol L. Gloor) At the moment of our reunion, I am cooking vegetarian lasagne. No meat, no male scent in this house of females, only the exhaust of distance. I hadn’t seen you in twenty years. I recognised you, the younger you I left behind. I am back from […]
Lovely As
A poem lovely as flight is when I can follow the light of sun, moon or stars, navigate the earth’s magnetic field, exploring new paths revealed like a bird, and always know my flyway home. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: A Poem Lovely As […]
Little Star
It doesn’t matter if you forget the positions of stars in the night sky; the delicate pattern of freckles on your skin is a map of constellations from which I will sing fairy tales, nursery rhymes and lullabies to the music of the galaxies. Kim M. Russell, 24th June 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
On Rainy April Days…
morning air shivered with contrasts of skylark and raven raindrop songs rattled windows in long-ago rooms Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Micro Poetry ~ Long-Ago Rooms Kerry says that the object of this challenge is to write poems of between one and twelve lines, in a form […]
Reminder
We rise to weak sun in porcelain skies. Blizzards have gathered and frost lies hard under thick white blankets: a landscape of sleeping giants, mountains and steppes. Snow feathers land on a bare black hedge where, Christmas card cute, with sharp black eye and red breast burning against the snow, a robin reminds us that […]
Bound by Faeries
Bound by a hedge of spiteful briars in the spellbound heart of a night-time forest, a rose lay hidden from men’s desires for a hundred years, as was promised by a jealous fairy in a fit of rage, who imprisoned the palace in a thorny cage. Young men who came to press their suit were […]
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