in grassy dampness cuckoo flowers welcome spring with lilac flourish Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on crocus.co.uk My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 22nd 2017, meadow This week Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to create a haiku with the following theme: MEADOW.
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
I chew my apple slowly, listening to the palinoia of jaws cracking and teeth grinding over and over again. I peer through the gall and wormwood of grime on the window pane at beech leaves fringed with frigid lace. A stain of brilliant orange burns my face, halfway between the curtain and the dipping sun. […]
Sun breaks skin on frozen pond, shattering milky puddles; grass glints like glass as spring mushrooms through forest floor, greeting a beetle with a thaw. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image: pixabay.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix — Lorraine 18.02.17 In Lorraine’s edition of Saturday mix – a mélange of flash prose and poetry – we […]
I am a wavering moth, a dusty Hebrew character, inky like my name. I am lost in the night, fluttering and in flames but drawn towards the light. Feeding on fluff and shadows, I sleep among the living and wake up with the dead, when beating hearts are unforgiving to souls that have been bled. […]
Halyards scream with wind at waves scribbling on flat canvas of beach and fishwife screech of black-headed gulls fills hissing sails. Egrets erupt from the creek, white against dun marsh, shoved along by the gale, whirling, flickering snowflakes in a frozen sky, peering curiously at the floating face in a blizzard of white lace. Kim […]
At crack of sparrow bone, the dawn chorus begins. I moan when winged visitors make city spirits soar: birds madly squabbling for a morsel fallen from the feeder is less a roar and more a scream. Diligent blackbirds turn over voluminous dead leaves by the shed and a robin settles on the narrow chain fence, all […]