Ten Don’t get too close. Nine You are no super-human astronaut in the thrall of a brutal, brilliant cosmic flash. Eight Keep away from powerful explosions brighter than the Milky Way. Seven You know, it may not be a supernova. Six It may well be the freaky death throes of a star, torn apart by […]
Tag: NaPoWriMo
On Rainy April Days…
morning air shivered with contrasts of skylark and raven raindrop songs rattled windows in long-ago rooms Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Micro Poetry ~ Long-Ago Rooms Kerry says that the object of this challenge is to write poems of between one and twelve lines, in a form […]
A Rag Man
The beginning of the day is drab, no inspiration for an ageing bard who, in his callow youth aspired and now knows only bleak despair. No longer a willow sprouting green, he searches for a fitting genre for the wires in his hoary beard. He prays his muse won’t leave him bared for all to […]
Confession
I want to confess to every sin that ever was and each day I didn’t think of you but that would not be true. I want to confess to emptiness of heart but mine spills with grief and regret that I did not put up a fight. I want to confess to blaspheming loudly and […]
Waiting for…
moan and squeal boom and sigh gentle slap and tickle admonishing crash and sibilating spray rolling up the horizon and laying it out again Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Waiting for… Izy’s here to kick off week two. She says that although her prompt, at face value, […]
A Poem for a Poet
The words that flow or inch their way from germ of thought to lips, to point of nib, or fingertips on keys, can only be caught if you set them free. They are yours to do with what you will. But when another speaks your words, awake or in the depths of sleep, or writes […]
Quoting Geese
With wing beats eiderdown slow, wild geese create a river, an open sky of feathers. One drops, a stone, a twist and it regains control, stomach up, gliding on its back. A moment of disorder and the unpicked skein weaves into plump finger quotes. Kim M. Russell, 7th April, 2018 My response to The Poetry […]
Shower Curtain
We had a bathtub, simple, with scrolled edge, rack for soap and flannels. The only shower I’d seen was in a chilly row of cubicles, in changing rooms at school and the local swimming baths: pools on the floor, no privacy. A shower with a curtain was new to me. It was pink and pretty-patterned […]
Fan
I am weighty enough to buffet a heavy cloud of unwritten words gathered around her head. Her mouth itches with unspoken secrets – I am a token, an inky symbol brushed onto my bamboo ribs. She folds me into myself, from half moon to crescent, from foot to golden lotus, a message to be sent. […]
Red Shoes
Heels tapped on the pavement, cracked red patent flashed ’Stop!’ but she could only go despite the pinch on her little toe and the blisters rubbed raw by red shoe leather, lucky pumps borrowed from her sister. No shoes of her own, no trainers, boots or sandals to her name; everything sold to fund her […]
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