It was on the Bohemian trail, a hippy journey to her soul, when she met an insouciant bird that flew ahead on road and rail and led her to her illusory goal with never a chiding word. An old cassette of favourite songs in the bottom of her backpack reminded her of friends she left […]
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Heron Twilight
The lens of day’s diminishing light freezes in the final blaze of sunset a sky-borne pterodactyl silhouette, whose serrated wings and compass-needle head trail a heron’s gangly legs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday’s Mix This week, Teresa would like us to look at silhouettes, which have […]
The Bookseller and the Poet
Carla Scott wanted nothing more in life than to own a little bookshop in the coastal town where she’d grown up, between the Firths of Tay and Forth in Fife. Guarded by giants of bridges and hills, the ancestral home of monarchs was comforting and safe, an idyll invaded only by wind and waves, no […]
Seagull
I called her Seagull because of her beak. We’d been on holiday for only a week and after playing alone on the beach for days, I found her in a rock pool and she asked me to stay. We were twins, you see, dressed in the same clothes, same dress, same hair, just a different […]
Parallel World
In a parallel world I’m a party girl excited by background noise, pungent smoke and sweat of boys. I tend to do what I please to awestruck lovers on their knees, whose nerves are weak and pulses strong; their mal de coucou will soon be gone when I spill their blood and quell their fire, […]
Guitar Sunsets
My passion as a teenager was playing the guitar, contorting fingers into chords and positions, resonating waltz and polka from the sound hole of a Yamaha, plucking delicate arrangements of Bach and Scarlatti. Now my fingers will not stretch across neck and frets, too stiff and sore to press on strings, too clumsy for harmonics […]
Impressions of Tuscany
As vivid as an artist’s impression of patchwork fields, a vision of green and amber slopes rises, crowned with dark trees, holds farms and villages in its folds, a mother’s apron stained with hues of tomato and grape, perfumed with olive, rosemary and basil. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Tuscan Village by Santo De Vita found […]
The Last Narcissus
Drooped under the hedge, a faded socialite after the party’s over, her flouncy yellow dress is stained and torn, flapping round ungainly limbs. Retiring to the darkness of her bed, a splash of sunshine wrapped in onion skin, she waits for next spring. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Teresa […]
Fallen into Bedlam
She woke to the sound of a quarrel, surrounded by whitewashed narrow walls. But they couldn’t whitewash sorrow with a smattering of hollow words. It was all a masquerade, this singing in Bedlam, a one-woman parade, to escape the man who had sprayed her life with his rotten sheen, turned her into something obscene to […]
Safe in her Pocket
She sees through his bravado, a juvenile planet Earth peeping through Saturn’s halo. His stretched open lips reveal his innermost fears and his soul slips down his cheek. She pulls apart his terrors, soothes his pain and with one look, pockets his heart. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Andi Abdul Halil My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
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