whoever it was who said that the moon is made of cheese had never tasted the sweetness of a honey moon, a hive for bees that swarm and honey-comb the brightest constellations, pollinating coy comets and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon Today the Tale […]
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Wichita Wife
She was a Wichita wife, married to a lineman: years of mending holes in overalls stitching up their life and waiting for his calls. Now she trudges lonely roads, past sagging wires and endless lines of poles, straight as the hems she used to sew. She heads west towards the fire of the setting sun, […]
The Last Summer I Went Swimming
Eaten up by a voracious ambedo, dazzled by a blackberry-shaped cloud, I crumbled in the tide of a summer lido, where eminent locals misbehaved. Taking care not to be noticed in my one-piece swimming suit, I switched from breast-stroke to paddle, shook chlorine off my wings and took flight. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
Taste…
buds in mouth and flowers, a saporous feast of flavours: pizza erupts, a volcano of chilli, garlic and oregano; zingy ginger tea cleanses busy gustatory senses; an unripe plum, quite sour, not the buttery-sweet ambrosia of a nectarine or peach, because the riper, plumper ones were out of reach. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Images found on […]
Hyacinth
Simple hyacinths assembled in a bowl exude sickly breath of Altschmerz and sorrow. In the cleft lattice of a flower head, a liquid pearl trickles down the insidiousness of a fading petal curl, a reminder that mortals become weak and spent, and what firmness and agility once meant to a young boy who let two […]
Uncharted
Am I a fool to want to float, to sail away on a leaky boat, exploring life on canals and rivers, trimming sails in all kinds of weather until I reach the estuary, the final frontier before open sea, uncharted depths that terrify me? Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real […]
Three
Her life is a trilogy, an unholy trinity in a three-dimensional world: past, present, future, unaligned, thrice the fun and three times the pain, again and again and again, tied to herself in a three-legged race, she is three-faced. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Laura Williams My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #158 and linked […]
To the Rescue
She meanders with a heavy heart down the passage of lutalica, a world apart that makes her feel less mediocre. An assail-ant, greedy insect, skins a razor, holds it against her helpless cheek, where the indent will linger for a week. Instantly, rescue emerges from the shadows, wielding trusty bow and arrows, the Robin Hood […]
Emergence
That weakening old man winter still clings, a spectral presence on the river, dispersing opaque drops that shiver in the breath of a youthful spring breeze. The burgeoning season sings, a sonorous voice in shrubs and trees, chuckling and sparkling on the water, bubbling to a crescendo of simmering sunshine reflected in a swathe of […]
Spring Tease
branches are still bare no leaves, blossom or spring scent tantalising plum Kim M. Russell, 2017 Old Plum image found on Pinterest, originally pinned from metmuseum.org My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 22nd 2017 plum blossom This week Chèvrefeuille says it’s spring and the plum starts to bloom everywhere around us, so […]
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