as a bubble on a puddle, the minutiae of life inside its dome; as a single pearl on silk, soft hair parted by a comb, a fresh egg or a glass of milk; as blades of grass mingling with a buttercup’s golden glow; as the crisp tingling when the accolade of rain stops – and everything […]
Tag: Micro poetry
Spring Secret
in the morning garden elm flowers dangle in the trees fluttering clusters of papery wings a reddish-purple heart in glimmering green Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2017 Image found on woodlandtust.org.uk On Day 23 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, It’s All In Your Head. Julia says says that poetry is supposed to be i) […]
Thirst
sun-blasted pasture craves cloud a satisfying sip of shadow withered grass gasps a long rattling breath in the meadow stretches a dusty lustreless tongue across burning red soil and licks the sea Kim M. Russell, 2017 Mi Young Lee My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee Susie […]
Honey Moon
whoever it was who said that the moon is made of cheese had never tasted the sweetness of a honey moon, a hive for bees that swarm and honey-comb the brightest constellations, pollinating coy comets and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon Today the Tale […]
T-shirt
creased up at the foot of the bed, hugging to itself the scent of you, a scent that it releases and exudes as I fold it tenderly Kim M. Russell My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April – Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy A big welcome to Sanaa, […]
Breathing
each breath secures the high harmony an anchor in a gale blowing dust off the mantelpiece standing on tiptoes clouding the mirror with a steady in and out Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 18 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re getting started. I’ve linked this post to […]
American Sentences in the Rain
My first time in New York, by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. So much rain, waterlogged shoes, and Miss Liberty draped in cloud and fog. Open umbrellas in an open-topped bus, watercolour city. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripping in my ears, American sentences in the rain. […]
On the Breeze
Wind-chimes i m p e r s o n a t e church-bells. Carillon i m i t a t e s glockenspiel. Breeze v e n t r i l o q u i s e s peal. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix We are melding flash fiction […]
Waking Sea
Sea breaks against rocks, wakes in wrinkles and stretches out to touch the horizon. Sea stifles a yawn, wraps night sand in crackly grey waves, a gift to early morning. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Horizon #writephoto Sue asks us to use the image to create poetry, […]
Uncertainty
Early warmer spring pours inky shadows over flowers. Seasons seem to slip in and out of sync, lengthening hours and then darkening again, conjuring up a vernal frenzy of uncertainty. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – reylia.deviantart.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #153
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