Deafening silence; the germ of a noisy thought bubbles at its heart, ready to burst stars into gushing streams, rivers and mighty oceans that teem with life. Seahorses, short-snouted and spiny, tide-tangled in the briny, are eager to shed the waves and give the land a try. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s […]
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Anticipating Storms
Wielding axes of thunder, storms are brewing bluster; arriving at a gallop, skidding hooves on dust and steaming gravel of a droughted summer seeded by chickweed, nettles, docks and groundsel, and flowering grassy surges of dandelions that spatter brightly on the verges, thirsting for some pitter-patter. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
By the Graveside
She wrestles with the funeral raven’s shades of black on glossy pinions, her widow’s weeds dulled by summer dust, drenched with sorrow and mistrust of every mourner around the grave of the man whose soul she could not save. Stifled sobs pulse in her throat prise open her lips and, with a croak of feathers […]
The Haunted Inn
On a lonely fell is a coaching inn where the locals stare and sometimes grin, imbibing ale and swigging rum as unsuspecting grockles come. Those who choose to stay the night will wish they hadn’t, with hindsight. Wrapped in sweaty nightclothes’ trammel and listening for the keyhole’s rattle, the naïve and malleable ponder and sigh at […]
The girl who was made of ink and tears…
collected them over the years, spilled and scribbled down her fears on paper full of splashes, smears and smudges, oaths and prayers: a panoply of emotional souvenirs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt “It’s all in the title” Today’s title prompt involves working with variations of the same title instead […]
Squirrels and Shadows
Sun flickers in spaces between the breeze- whipped branches and leaves, and dancing curly willows dapple the garden with shadows, Out of his chiaroscuro camouflage, a squirrel dashes to the apple tree to root among the ripened, wind-fall fruit. He hauls his swag just a few feet and stops to eat, relieves the weight and […]
Stranded
After the hurly burly of a storm on uninhabited isles – green jewels in crystal foam – a custard wind blows under the rim of a bluff clad with cushions of turf and crowned with rock shaped like a whale. This is where stranded mermaids watch clouds sail and forests splash and crash their splendid […]
Higgledy-piggledy
In the labyrinthine malformed lanes and backstreets of imagination, dead-reckoning never takes me north, south, east or west, but always looks left, to the sinister side of my brain. Blindfolded by the torn curtain of fantasy, I press on in my wanderings, and my gait cannot help but feign a gritty, natural inclination to embed […]
Sea Holly
Before this coast was swamped by sea and dinosaurs vanished, was I simply holly? I remember heat and thorns as big as ceraptosian dinosaurs’ horns and plants higher than the windmill on the salt marsh edge that was once a hill. Skies were always endless, as were the silent-black nights, which twinkled with a million […]
10th August 2017
Like a soft-boiled egg cracked with a spoon, thoughts dribble and congeal. Grey clouds are drifting candle smoke. Mocked by the drooping willow, I gaze past my reflection in the window: another birthday and autumn’s on its way. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 131 […]
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