The willow dome quivers at the touch of a breeze and the sun-blessed air hums a melody of bees. A full jug of lemonade, iced and freshly squeezed, balances by sliced bread and a bowl of strawberries. We sip and chew together, plates perched upon our knees; listening to the river, we drift into drowsiness […]
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After April
After April rain that’s washed into May, sun illuminates the sparkling garden embroidered with a foam of daisies and brassy dandelion buttons. I find one last withered snowdrop, a survivor from the yellow flood, breathe air encouraging and fresh with growth while I stop and listen to a chiffchaff chuckling a tune, a song that […]
Play for Me
Backlit by counterpoints of sunlight, your face a harmony of shadows, fingers merge with black and white, release major chords of red and yellow, and mournful minors, grey and blue. They shift between darkness of minus and lightness of plus, shades of you and me, until a sunbeam, dotted with motes of a melody, breaks […]
April Morning
The morning’s dust-tongued with short-lived frost and seabirds moon-blown from the coast compete with bell-voiced wood pigeons. These early muffle-toed strolls are full of promise: spring winds roar in a leaf-foamed coppice and all the quiet moments in between, while hare-heeled boots touch damp earth with a kiss. No dark-vowelled dreams could have predicted this […]
Light Stories
We spend our lives unhooking the moon, trying to release all the light we cannot see. We look for knives and find only silver spoons to carve the cheese from her lunar seas. In the end we are bereft and we are left with the particular sadness of lemon cake, too sour upon our moon-kissed […]
Expanding
My mind and the universe expand: looking back down the telescope of life, I see my younger self, a tiny planet, […]
Bright Grace
In the darkness of a November night, the autumn moon rose proud and bright, and so did you, my magical child, in a landscape green and wild. You were my ēlē every morning, the grace of light, of each day dawning, the most beautiful in Celtic lore, Gráinne, beloved, a mythical flower. Kim M. Russell, […]
Early Spring Landscape
We walk into a landscape where flowers light up verges, they peep between the hedge gaps, adorn churchyards and copses. Where flowers light up verges, the earth is not just greenscape, throughout churchyards and copses a spring colourwash escapes. The earth is not just greenscape, it glows with yellow urges; the spring colourwash escapes and […]
Goodbye Mundane Monday
I wake up early and greet another day, a mundane Monday, damp, cold and grey. Winter should be over, or so the buds tell me, there should be sunshine and daffodils. I watch a smoking feather, a skylark rising, and then a second hovers above the winter field – then another, and another ascend into […]
This Poem is a Hill, Indigo Water and Whiffling Geese
This poem is a distant hill. This poem is a welter of indigo water. This poem is geese whiffling overhead. This poem is a rolling, breaking wave of corn the colour of honeycomb, washing against the grassy spine of an ancient sleeping dragon, a landslide washed green. This poem is a distant hill. This poem […]
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