The promontory, a bare stone bluff, lifts its foetal dinosaur hump above the insular pub tucked into a crumbling crack in the leavings of prehistory. Under a china sky, a waymarked trail knits together threads of hills, field walls and pasture ridges, barns, farms and villages, all muddied with winter. Boots gouge rocks, imprinting scars, […]
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Dawn’s Blush
morning’s rosy blush spreads over wintry meadows melting virgin snow Kim M. Russell, 2016 Winter Dawn My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, December 28th 2016 a new dawn In the last episode of Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille of this year, the theme is ‘winter dawn’. Thank you, Chèvrefeuille, for being a gracious, inspirational host […]
Rope Trick
Twisted strands of silent bangles, Bloody hands from knots and tangles, Slung and tied, she is suspended Vertically, rolled and upended In an age-old circus trick On a rope tensile and thick, She slips up fibres like a snake Up vines, praying they will not break. Kim M. Russell, 2016 – Natalia Drepina My response […]
Crime Passionnel
The sound of knife on fabric, Like a jackboot on glass, Echoed the stroke of impatience Around the tram terminal, Where the suspicious eyes of the rum cull Spotted the perfumed familiar gloss Of his tragic, unfaithful mistress In a passel of prospective lovers. On her face, a blue and purple discolour As she lay bleeding […]
Train Spotting
Troops of ivy-throttled trees line the abandoned railway track. Snorting round the bend, an asthmatic locomotive coughs along to the clickety-clack, smoky echoes of a ghost drumming up memories of day trips to the coast: screaming in a tunnel, waiting on a platform, waving at passengers who always waved back. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image […]
Christmas Comet
When the comet hit, the town lit up like a Christmas tree. In the darkest hours of morning, there was no one there to see – just a lonely street sweeper, his eyes like slits, too tired to blink. The whole town was asleep, dreaming of better times, of snowflakes and presents under a tree. […]
A Foggy Christmas Eve
On the eve of Christmas, fog and darkness clotted, carriage horses plodded, following disembodied flares down narrow streets. On the eve of Christmas, ancient church bells muttered as first snowflakes fluttered, and invisibly stuttered out the hours in muffled beats. On the eve of Christmas, with baubles and overpriced dolls, drums and sugar mice bright […]
Cold Hands
Your hands were always cold, my dear, Despite temperature and weather, The only time they warmed, my dear, Was when we were together, When you put your arms around my waist And intertwined your fingers. I can feel your breath upon my cheek, The scent of you still lingers, But now there’s only icy hands, […]
Amphetamine Alice
She had a greed for speed, amphetamine avarice, barefaced wildness and her name was Alice. Her sandpaper voice was a relentless screech, a tidal swash and swill that echoed down the beach. Alice tripped through life in a sanguine reverie, believing that the fourth rule would keep her spirit free. She didn’t give zilch for […]
Outside My Front Door
outside my front door frost-bittten weeds wither between the gravel bashful birds flit in and out of a thorny hedgerow tendrils of woodbine intertwine with creeping ivy and wrestle with a fence festooned with a tracery of gossamer and silver snail spoors Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 96 […]
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