A dreary winter morning metamorphoses with the fell swoop of a jay, a flash of cobalt among damp fox-brush bracken and berries lit up like Christmas lights left hanging long past Twelfth Night. The garden seethes with moisture but a chink of peachy sunshine spreads its wings and smiles on this January Sunday. Kim M. […]
Tag: Sunday
Sunday Morning Inspiration
I get up early while you’re still asleep; avoiding the cats, I creep down the stairs, try not to wake you with my leaden feet, stumble over work boots and into chairs. The bathroom floor’s cold, and the toilet seat, the sink is laced with toothpaste and stray hairs. The cat litter smells and they […]
Picking Lice from a Troll
When I was born, or so I’ve been told, I was almost handed over to a goblin by the name of Rumpelstiltskin in exchange for a spot of spinning. What my mother didn’t tell me, when we had the ‘woman to woman’ talk, was that her trickery meant I would marry a troll. I blame […]
Mojo
There’s a warmth Across my back That sinks into my heart: A tiny, stripy witch’s cat Between my spine And the cushion where I’m sat, Vibrating like a juju stick, Keeping my gripes at bay, Lightening up A sad old tabby day. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to imaginary garden with real toads […]
A Sunday Walk with Cormorants
My response to imaginary garden with real toads Not What We came To See ~ Micro Poetry We’re putting the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and returning to the option of form poetry. The challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines, choosing our own form or sticking to free verse. […]
Drowned Optimism
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Mini-Challenge: Shallows, Deeply I realise I’m a bit late but I really liked the look of this challenge: to show there still be dragons below and within and around us and find something deep in a shallow world, writing deeply in a shallow space—using little, saying […]
Abandoned
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Mini-Challenge: Harrows and Hallows Pernicious parents, Distorted trees split open, Exposing hearts Of writhing tendrils. Throwing swollen limbs akimbo, They abandon mewling saplings To stodgy black bogs and fells, Crinkled as old men’s faces From nightmare tales. Orphans of the environment Forsaken on the craggy […]
Soundtrack to a Sunday in Spring
My response to imaginary garden with real toads April Poetry Month – Day 4 – “Nature Poetry” Sunshine caresses buds, blesses a blackbird perched on a branch of awakening willow, jerking and jinking. Beyond the gate, boats on the river are bobbing and chinking. An undertone, the distant thrum of a Sunday mower has begun. […]
Easter Sunday
On a lazy Sunday on a muddy bank by the slow green flow of the river, toes dipping in the chilly water, hidden by the long grass, a hovering breeze stirs the air, sharp with wild garlic; blows daffodils’ trumpets, brash yellow strumpets; flutters primrose petals glinting in amongst the brambles; buffets boughs of flowers […]
Sunday Shoes
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Prompt #35 “Caroline” Performed by Old Crow Medicine Show Your voice is shining Like your patent Sunday shoes Velvet voice floating As you dance and sing the blues Tap and flash those Sunday shoes © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.fashiondetective.co.uk
writing in north norfolk 