The harsh heat of summer Has run its course, Leaving seasonal clues Of paler blues And hedgerows full Of tender blackberries. Hawthorn and rowan trees droop With the weight of fruit, And crab apples spill In a carpet of swarming wasps. Outside windows, Threatening crane flies pose On long, spindly legs, aliens Clamouring to enter […]
Tag: secret keeper’s weekly writing prompt
Sea Change
My response to the secret keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #46 Squally day hurries threat of rain, gone blurry out to sea: she’s pretending not to care as it tugs her hair. Left behind in the damp, dun sand, his footprints, just a hint, residue of times they shared, wedding vows declared. The tracks […]
The Kissing Gate
My response to the secret keeper Weekly Writing Prompt #43 The young woman passed Through many kissing gates But only once was kissed. The man so generous with his embrace Sang a song that was full of bliss; Her heart stood still when he held her face And her lips soaked up his kiss. Lost […]
Parallel Lines
My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #40 We’re parallel lines, tender tracks of a shared life, keeping our hearts close whether they beat fast or slow, feeling proud to be your wife. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.stockphotos.ro
Charade Shadorma
My response to the secret keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #38 You parade new rules in this game this charade in your face fake emotions I can trace as I call your bluff © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
Nature’s Secrets
My response to the secret keeper Weekly Writing Prompt #36 Light breeze drifts, Breathes distinctive scents: Salt and life, Shingle beach, Wilderness of marsh and reed Hold nature’s secrets. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Green Man Shadorma
My response to the secret keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #35 The wild woods serve Jack-in-the-Green hiding place for sap blood hard branches, twigs, leafy face: Green Man of legend. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.spiritofthegreenman.co.uk
Toad Nonet
My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #34 Each spring, toads leave hibernacula, Take a trip from rock crevices, Leaf piles and drains to gather In ponds, streams and rivers, Some with eyes of fire. Writhing webbed feet Melt my heart, Make me Smile. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on forums2.gardenweb.com
Fickle Friend
My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #32 Without your conscience as compass, You navigate the space between us, Aiming for the stars, On the move from one event To the next, my fickle friend, In a universe without end. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.kika.de
Midnight Express
A shadorma in response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #31 In the hall I hear the distant metallic rock and click of the midnight express train fade away from town © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on merapoetics.com
