I was never one for painting my lips red, although I sometimes fantasised in bed about a scarlet slash against white teeth tempting you to meld our lips and breath, a colourful seduction in a bed gone quiet. But then I realised that instead of a riot of thrashing limbs and pounding chests we both […]
Tag: Red
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 […]
Wintercolour
pigeon on the wire suspended in grey sky days robin flashes red Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-third response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Growing Potatoes on Mars
Powerful, fiery and dramatic, the red planet is a devil of a place to grow potatoes. Mind you, they always take root in my kitchen cupboard… Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Deep #writephoto This poem was inspired by an article I read on Science Alert – I was […]
Swimming in the Red Lake
My response to Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge I heave my lazy head from shadow of whispering water, swim in gorgeous red smear of sweet honey light on delirious lake, skin cool as a rose petal symphony. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.flickr.com
Pomegranate
My response to Carpe Diem Theme Week #2 Color Your Life Introduction – red sharp blade splits smooth skin fingers stained by fruity blood spilling red jewels © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.totalhealthandfitness.com
A haiku for the Carpe Diem Special #184
High in the hawthorn Out of reach of the sparrows Blood red berries drip ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
A poem prompted by a recent photograph
Afternoon Stroll In the cold light Of a low rolling Watercolour landscape Along wide grassy tracks Brown ridges of coarse stubble Passing wind-twisted hunch-backed trees And giant mounds of muddy sugar beet A colour-wash of beige and brown Interrupted Only By bright red Barn doors
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