A sleek, high-spirited swallow, shadow plays among low- hanging branches of cedar, a songsmith and a seeder searching for a mate, a good omen cartwheeling as if he’d never left the Norfolk sky. Feet planted in the long grass, here in the garden stand I in a billowing green daze, thinking of warmer days, more […]
Tag: Saturday Mix
Geraniums
How did the flaming falsehoods start? You brought a pot of carmine petals as a ticket to her heart. You swooped with cardinal flowers to validate your fiction, but the firm line of her crimson lips confirmed her comprehension. Geraniums aren’t perjurious, they cannot hide their shame; only roses know the secret of the fabrication […]
Anticipating Storms
Wielding axes of thunder, storms are brewing bluster; arriving at a gallop, skidding hooves on dust and steaming gravel of a droughted summer seeded by chickweed, nettles, docks and groundsel, and flowering grassy surges of dandelions that spatter brightly on the verges, thirsting for some pitter-patter. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
Squirrels and Shadows
Sun flickers in spaces between the breeze- whipped branches and leaves, and dancing curly willows dapple the garden with shadows, Out of his chiaroscuro camouflage, a squirrel dashes to the apple tree to root among the ripened, wind-fall fruit. He hauls his swag just a few feet and stops to eat, relieves the weight and […]
Sea Holly
Before this coast was swamped by sea and dinosaurs vanished, was I simply holly? I remember heat and thorns as big as ceraptosian dinosaurs’ horns and plants higher than the windmill on the salt marsh edge that was once a hill. Skies were always endless, as were the silent-black nights, which twinkled with a million […]
Feeding the Cats
I open eyes to Mojo, a bundle of shadows pressed against my chest, purring and kneading me awake, and patting my face with sharp little paws. Through the open window drift Luna’s meows, her triumphant declaration of a corpse at the backdoor, usually a half-chewed, dawn-grey mouse. Green jewels observe me as I slide off […]
Motorbike Madonna
She was a leather-clad, two-wheeled speed-freak, with a mouth full of swear words and dust, and a body full of tattoos, bruises and scars. She wasn’t one for trucks and cars, or men with smoothed-back hair; she preferred the scent of two-stroke and dirt-ingrained fingernails on a bloke, and the glittering chrome of a motorbike, […]
