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 […]
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Natures Gift
At five o’clock a patch of sky unfolds its hues like Italian paper, marbled mauves and blues. Untangling on the horizon, the new dawn breaks and, by sunrise, the wrinkled ocean wakes, stifles a yawn, wraps the beach in waves and sky: Nature’s azure gift and early morning surprise. Kim M. Russell, 8th May 2019 […]
Doll Games
I search the garden, behind every bush and tree trunk, in among the trellises of cascading beans and peas, all the places a precocious six-year-old would deem a magical queendom. She wasn’t in her bedroom or the den, not lurking in the ghostly shadows of the infinite corridor, so the garden is the only place […]
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 […]
Artistry
Extraordinary blue sky and Japanese artistry accentuate delicate petals against the outline of gnarled branches. They offer new life, calm before the storm of a spring breeze rips the blossom from the trees and fills the Arles air with sweet almond vapour. Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif […]
Message from Planet Prose
Different planets cross paths, orbit each other and regularly align with meteor tales and showers of imagery. There are no aliens on planet prose, merely light waves and white noise coming together every now and then in poetic symphony. Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2019 My response to […]
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 […]
Ghost in the Night
It’s a ghost in the night, keeping me awake with its whispering, muttering and sighing, and nudges in my poetic ribs. It pokes me with imagery and ties me up in allegory until I reach for notebook and pen (which I left on the armchair). Empty-handed (in inky midnight darkness) I creep gingerly downstairs. It’s […]
Expanding
My mind and the universe expand: looking back down the telescope of life, I see my younger self, a tiny planet, […]
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