The Authenticity of Autumn

Woodland paths glimmer in the breath of dawn and shadows withdraw, musky miasmas of mulch. Leaves spin, dizzy helicopters, colours bright as fire, until they land in a dog-pile and rot underfoot. Wracked with weather scars, ancient trees slow, branch and root, their fissures adorned with fungus and spiralling mushrooms of sulphurous yellow, orange and […]

Beauty Beyond the Grave

The shadow of laudanum no longer stained her skin, in life and death her beauty spilled luminous, and green-blue eyes belied disease that once coiled within. Her glorious red hair had grown beyond eternal sleep, entangled in it, Rossetti’s book of poetry, penetrated by a single worm where damp and mould had seeped. Seven long […]

Winter Apologia

I forgive the winter darkness that carries deep within the unspoken promise of the electricity of spring. Every dancing snowflake, each frost-muted twig, stows trickles of bird song, brightly budding sprigs of snowdrops, bluebells, cowslips and wood anemones, and bursts of fragrant blossom in hedgerows and the trees. Kim M. Russell, 23rd October 2019 My […]