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, […]
Tag: Saturday Mix
Heron Twilight
The lens of day’s diminishing light freezes in the final blaze of sunset a sky-borne pterodactyl silhouette, whose serrated wings and compass-needle head trail a heron’s gangly legs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday’s Mix This week, Teresa would like us to look at silhouettes, which have […]
Impressions of Tuscany
As vivid as an artist’s impression of patchwork fields, a vision of green and amber slopes rises, crowned with dark trees, holds farms and villages in its folds, a mother’s apron stained with hues of tomato and grape, perfumed with olive, rosemary and basil. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Tuscan Village by Santo De Vita found […]
The Last Narcissus
Drooped under the hedge, a faded socialite after the party’s over, her flouncy yellow dress is stained and torn, flapping round ungainly limbs. Retiring to the darkness of her bed, a splash of sunshine wrapped in onion skin, she waits for next spring. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Teresa […]
Uncharted
Am I a fool to want to float, to sail away on a leaky boat, exploring life on canals and rivers, trimming sails in all kinds of weather until I reach the estuary, the final frontier before open sea, uncharted depths that terrify me? Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real […]
Emergence
That weakening old man winter still clings, a spectral presence on the river, dispersing opaque drops that shiver in the breath of a youthful spring breeze. The burgeoning season sings, a sonorous voice in shrubs and trees, chuckling and sparkling on the water, bubbling to a crescendo of simmering sunshine reflected in a swathe of […]
On the Breeze
Wind-chimes i m p e r s o n a t e church-bells. Carillon i m i t a t e s glockenspiel. Breeze v e n t r i l o q u i s e s peal. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix We are melding flash fiction […]
