is painted in pointillist shadows, light fades with the last echoes of birdsong and clings to moon and stars. Lingering day, when owls skim, swoop, dodge in and out of branches not yet embellished with blossom or leaves but pregnant with promise. Kim M. Russell, 29th April 2018 My response to The Poetry School […]
Tag: Prompt
Uncubing Tesseract
A triplet of notes, a single wavering flame echoed by another in a gust of melody. Hush of voice unweathered modulates light and promise tethered by emotional tourniquet until the song spreads wings and skips on time changes like glottal stops. The volume dies, almost to a whisper, and a syncopated drum contains the pressure […]
In the damp untended grass of spring
I lie on my back and watch clouds balloon and distend, sculpting ice cream shapes, tumorous and fantastic. I lie back on a cloud and watch a tumorous and fantastic sculpted ice cream balloon and distend. I watch the clouds on my back, fantastic tumours of ice cream sculptures, distended balloons. I watch balloons tumour […]
Rain Rhymes
It’s raining dogs and cats all along the east coast, with a cow-quaker warning followed by a goose fair morning. We’re getting soaked with drizzle and bored with all the mizzle. We don’t want a hurly-burly to get us out of bed too early. Why does the sky cry? She hung her grey clouds out […]
The Gift
At five o’clock a patch of sky unfolds its hues like Italian marbled paper in blues and purples. As dawn breaks, the ocean wakes in wrinkles, untangling on the horizon. By sunrise, the ocean stifles a yawn and wraps the beach in waves: an early morning surprise. Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2018 My […]
Medusa’s Wedding
A hiss of hair uncoils from its lavish cage of silk and lace, interwoven with gold and silver threads. She guards her stare, lowers turquoise lids, her coated lashes brush pale powered skin. Friends and family gather in the registry office hall and she has a sinking feeling, a foreshadow of tragedy. Then he’s standing […]
By the Clock of Tide and Stars
I smile at the clockwork birds ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, a splash of spangled sanderlings with a wintry breeze beneath their wings. Ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, they were steered here by a cosmic force with a wintry breeze beneath their wings, following ancient paths of stars. They were steered here by […]
A Charmless Full Moon
The trees were silent on that windless full-moon night, no charm to guard a newborn, just misty frippery frosting the branches. No bats or owls will fly when faeries clutter up the sky, dancing with souls, adept at stealing human children and avoiding confrontation. Let the moon shine on ‘til morning while I lullaby my […]
Cats and Telephones
Hallo? I’m sorry for seeming distracted. I’m trying to round up the cats. I need to get them in their baskets. I’ve managed to get the big one in and she’s meowing so mournfully. I so hate to do this to them. The little one’s hiding under the bed. I’m sorry, what was it you […]
She-Wolf
Crepuscular dawn of teenage-hood, tainted with tang of menses moon, invokes a howl of sprouting hair in places unexplored as yet. Nobody told us about freefall or the strange sweetness of explosions in the darkness, lit only by the wolfish teeth of a youthful smile. Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2018 sponse to The Poetry […]
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