How the helminth of malice squirms! A gangly parasitic worm, it knocks us out of orbit and turns us hard-hearted. We glide in our inchoate masks, our faces smile but inside we bask in misery. Searching for company, we find the imperative of ignominy; it puts us in the public lens and misery’s company has […]
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Geraniums
How did the flaming falsehoods start? You brought a pot of carmine petals as a ticket to her heart. You swooped with cardinal flowers to validate your fiction, but the firm line of her crimson lips confirmed her comprehension. Geraniums aren’t perjurious, they cannot hide their shame; only roses know the secret of the fabrication […]
Spring Has Come
tipsy like the breeze flowers unfurl a welcome vernal colourscape Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1393 Spring Is Coming also linked to Mindlovermisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille Today we have another long poem from Rumi, entitled ‘Spring has come’.
Migration
autumnal balloons say goodbye to summer blue urban migration Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #206
Ocean Graveyard
Out on the nightmare sea, pitched and tossed by waves and misrepresented mermaid’s octaves ships approach the graveyard of negligence, the locker of Davy Jones, with its stash of pearls and gnarled bones nullified, picked clean and white by Neptune’s unleashed parasites. While gulls plane a sea breeze on stiffly out-stretched wings, you can’t move […]
Growing Old
I may have a senior railcard and silver streaks in my hair, but my fallen leaves rustle and sing like the dancing leaves of early spring. No flying south for winter, I’m no grizzled, dingy skipper but a quiet blue or marbled white, gently fanning the paling light. When I pull on my Dr Marten’s […]
Naiveté
seasonally fresh with bright green colours of spring sunnily freckled Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #205 DragonChild
Noisy Faucet
Throughout the night, while other folk were fast asleep, their noisy faucet mumbled cyan, vaunted a tragedy of paraffin, a gradual puddle, ready to flame into Koi no Yokan, a nod to the arsonists’ tradition, scantily clad in new lovers’ promises. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #187
Shadow Puppet
On mid-winter afternoons, by half past three, restless rooks have gathered in leafless trees. Frosty fields are torn by the lowering sun; the sky darkens and the witching hour’s begun. In the dim half-light, windows start to glow and shadow puppets haunt lanes and hedgerows. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday […]
Art
Born of hopes and dreams, roped to its creator by words, sounds, paint, clay or stone, each oeuvre becomes tactile blood, skin and bone. It exposes both the soul and heart – a demanding offspring, art. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #193 Also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
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