We wake up one day and find out who we really are. Souls, hearts and lips touch; we feel it deep into our bones and say ‘Eres tu’: it’s me and it’s you. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Eres Tú Marian says that Carla Morrison needs no introduction […]
Midnight sculpts moonlight shadows of horror to drink your dreams and suck your screams, sealing your lips with monstrous kisses. Too terrified to open your eyes, you’re paralysed. Your thrash metal heart beats out of time with the night creatures’ call, a chilling signal for the living dead to rise. Cloaked in the foulest funk, […]
Lost moments: Magic has vanished, Your jaded Skies faded Along with that smile you wear, Flower in your hair. Lost moments: You’re last in the queue, No passport, No ticket, No money to pay your way, Your future looks grey. Lost moments: Unhappy alone, Life’s on hold, Bed is cold, But beyond every […]
Tired of childish fears And torrents of tears That reflect your lingering presence Although you’re gone You won’t leave me alone I’m surrounded by your essence My pain is real My wounds won’t heal I crave your evanescence Bound by the life you left behind Your light resonates in my mind A lingering luminescence Haunted […]
Craving warmth Of fine feline fur, Amber eyes, Heart-shaped nose; Skittish kitten or cool cat Purring in my lap. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Night Music Prompt #58: Constant Craving by kd lang Our host, a darkened house, wants to know about our constant cravings.
I used to dream Of being someone else, not me. I used to dream Of swimming up and not downstream, A beauty in my fantasy, Wealthy and famous, not like me. I used to dream. Now I am me, Contented now, life is brighter. Now I am me: Older, experienced and free, A wife, […]
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Night Music Prompt # 56: The Mary Ellen Carter by Stan Rogers It was once a flourishing coastal resort Mentioned in the Domesday survey, With a toll on every fishing boat That washed its nets within the village boundary. Never a stranger to North Sea outrages, The village crept […]