an overcast sky threatening and ribbed with cloud always a surprise with sudden bursts of sunlight or tides of silvery moon Kim M. Russell, 23rd May 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Light Sumana is hosting this week and she has brought us a rich range of quotations and poems about light. She […]
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It’s No Picnic
picnic on the beach there’s sand in the sandwiches flies float in the juice seagulls circle overhead we chew with stiff upper lips Kim M. Russell, 16th May 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Picnic(s) Susan is our host this week with a challenge that asks us to use sense images to bring […]
Natures Gift
At five o’clock a patch of sky unfolds its hues like Italian paper, marbled mauves and blues. Untangling on the horizon, the new dawn breaks and, by sunrise, the wrinkled ocean wakes, stifles a yawn, wraps the beach in waves and sky: Nature’s azure gift and early morning surprise. Kim M. Russell, 8th May 2019 […]
Artistry
Extraordinary blue sky and Japanese artistry accentuate delicate petals against the outline of gnarled branches. They offer new life, calm before the storm of a spring breeze rips the blossom from the trees and fills the Arles air with sweet almond vapour. Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif […]
Message from Planet Prose
Different planets cross paths, orbit each other and regularly align with meteor tales and showers of imagery. There are no aliens on planet prose, merely light waves and white noise coming together every now and then in poetic symphony. Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2019 My response to […]
Ghost in the Night
It’s a ghost in the night, keeping me awake with its whispering, muttering and sighing, and nudges in my poetic ribs. It pokes me with imagery and ties me up in allegory until I reach for notebook and pen (which I left on the armchair). Empty-handed (in inky midnight darkness) I creep gingerly downstairs. It’s […]
Fragile Edge of Solitude
I walk alone where hard pebbles roll beneath soft soles. The ocean is whipped and lacy waves, a mêlée of foamy white and foggy grey, chase across the sand, tickle toes, lisping at the fragile edge of solitude. Kim M. Russell, 27th March 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Solitude Sumana says that […]
Pigeon Steps
Throughout history, women have taken pigeon steps, played ‘What’s the time?’ with Mr Wolf, as if our feet were bound, crinolines rigid and tightly laced, ankles hidden – we knew our place. Now we have shredded ribbons, learnt to march and ride our bikes burnt bras and held on to property, paving the way to […]
My Grandparents’ Neighbours
They lived in an urban terrace, side by side, with a stamp-sized front garden and somewhat larger one at the back, complete with washing line from fence to fence, a coal bunker and a tool shed. It took years to grow their individuality with roses. sweet-scented stock and peonies. They called each other by their […]
(Spring) Fun
finding shy snowdrops that arrive like little candles to light up the garden followed by skipping cats that brush my legs in a game of tag watching catkins wriggle their tails and cats in trees hearing the first cries of newborn lambs on the breeze picking out the songs of different birds outside the window […]
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