At this moment, quiet morning is pouring a glow of orange sunlight into the garden, placing a drop of dew on every blade of grass; a fluid moment at the start of a new day. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Write Here. Write Now. Paul says that […]
Tag: Shape poem
Honey Moon
whoever it was who said that the moon is made of cheese had never tasted the sweetness of a honey moon, a hive for bees that swarm and honey-comb the brightest constellations, pollinating coy comets and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon Today the Tale […]
Vitrification
She is aware of the grey frailty of a fennel- feathered cygnet adrift on the lake, an urgent avian emergency. In her inexplicable urge to embody Leda in a corrupt embrace, she wraps it in bandage to lessen the damage, a tiny mummy to vitrify o […]
