After sunset,when golden lightfades to dusk,the full moon,a voyeuristic eye,stands look-outin the darkening sky,for lovers on an evening walk.The moon knowsthere will be little talk. Kim M. Russell, 5th April 2023 Image found on Pinterest It’s Day 5 of NaPoWriMo and our (optional) prompt begins with reading Charles Simic’s poem ‘The Melon’, which illuminates the […]
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Nature’s Alka Seltzer
The April day was overcastand I was feeling out of sorts.Although the winter gloom had passedthe April day was overcast.My deep despair was cured at last –a blackbird sang in fits and starts;the April day was overcastand I was feeling out – of sorts. Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2023 Image by Marco Midmore on […]
Forgetfulness
As we grow older, we cling to the familiarity of rooms.We are apprehensive of black holes that swallow words, details that snag.But occasionally, the intellect’s lens voluntarily zooms.Don’t you love it whenever your brain lets a feline out of the bag! Kim M. Russell, 3rd April 2023 Image by Milad Fakurian on Unsplash Today is […]
NaPoWriMo Day 3: Two Opposite Poems
The Light However I dismiss the lightas white concreteor the sun as a still-standing cube,now here’s something to be unconcerned about,absolutely. (Including humans…) Aircraft In the beginning,it was so much morethan the girl’s real biplanebeneath the distant desert,where you ran with me. And we stood upto ignore them departing,their black stumble proudwith achromatic darkness,the early […]
Surrealistic Answers
An owl knows that twilight is the best time,when the essence of clove hides in the minduntil we eat a slice of the best apple pie. But you can’t be elusive forever: you can hidearound corners, behind curtains and fingers,in the shadows of dreams, but your scent lingers. Fog creeps into cracks in our lives, […]
The Hollow Earth
The hollow earth callswith a hollow voice,hollow words thudas they fall into mudand winter-dead bracken. How strange that hollowsshould pierce the earthwith yellow burstsof daffodil, narcissus,celandine and crocus. Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2023 April 1 is here, accompanied by the first day of NaPoWriMo. I’m following the National Poetry Writing Month on Facebook and […]
Persistence of Vision (a cento)
The future was a beautiful place, once. I held you that June morning when you opened your eyes; we were seeing one another after seasons of darkness. Like some watcher of the skies. I consider how my light is spent, look into my glass and view my wasting skin; vision may be just a part […]
Childhood in Monochrome
Loving grandparents were always there to house me, feed me, teach me, grandmother in charge of my care while my parents struggled daily. Now only a handful of monochrome photographs remain as tattered ghosts of the past, but my love of home, stories, poems and music still cast their light on the present. They are […]
Trapeze of Life
Being human is a circus trick, a t i g h t r o p e w a l k between now and then, a flourish, and back again. juggling swords, eating fiery words, the highs and lows of the flying trapeze, the bearded lady’s s l o w s t r I p t […]
Like a Duck
Life is a garrulous river glinting through wisps of cloud. A glimpse of life through cloud and I feel like a duck treading water, scattering sparkles on the water like van Gogh’s canvas of glowing stars. I swim against the tide of stars, drag my heavy body to a grassy bank and relish the respite […]
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