On mid-winter afternoons, by half past three, restless rooks have gathered in leafless trees. Frosty fields are torn by the lowering sun; the sky darkens and the witching hour’s begun. In the dim half-light, windows start to glow and shadow puppets haunt lanes and hedgerows. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday […]
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Seahorses
Deafening silence; the germ of a noisy thought bubbles at its heart, ready to burst stars into gushing streams, rivers and mighty oceans that teem with life. Seahorses, short-snouted and spiny, tide-tangled in the briny, are eager to shed the waves and give the land a try. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s […]
Victoriana
The butterflies in her gut dry their wings, hanging from withered weeds in her womb, poisoned by opium, his beautiful lies. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: July 16, 2017: Fine Dining – Kitchen Tricks This Sunday, Scribblers Dipstick has brought us a new ‘story board’ collage. We should let […]
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