November Poppies

the war was over her childhood sweetheart didn’t return and those blood-red out-of-season poppies bloomed each year in November Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Cherita  also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry This weekend Marian brings us the cherita, a form created by […]

One Man’s Kindness in No Man’s Land

Tattered faceless silhouettes Staggered across no-man’s land, Fumbling to attach bayonets, Unkind weapons in shaky hands. Wisps of men blundered in thick of gas Back to the comfort of a mud-filled trench, Eyeless heroes in useless masks Smothering in the toxic stench. One innocent soldier wandering wide, Heading for trenches on the other side, Felt […]

Sheaves in Autumn

Sheaves of cloud weeping seeds of rain on plane leaves wet and black echo muffled on the lawn- it’s autumn again. Remembrance of the sheaves of men harvested from French fields engenders tears from heaven for those who were slain. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma […]