On the eve of Christmas, fog and darkness clotted, carriage horses plodded, following disembodied flares down narrow streets. On the eve of Christmas, ancient church bells muttered as first snowflakes fluttered, and invisibly stuttered out the hours in muffled beats. On the eve of Christmas, with baubles and overpriced dolls, drums and sugar mice bright […]
Tag: Tale Weaver
Outside My Front Door
outside my front door frost-bittten weeds wither between the gravel bashful birds flit in and out of a thorny hedgerow tendrils of woodbine intertwine with creeping ivy and wrestle with a fence festooned with a tracery of gossamer and silver snail spoors Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 96 […]
Healing
Gathering my vital energy, I walked between tall trees on the path of healing to practise the synergy of posture, focus, breathe, all the time concealing a feeling of unease. With each footprint that I made upon that stony path, I wondered at the salty fate of young girls, statues looking back like Lot’s wife […]
The Gnome in my Garden
In our forest of a garden, Beneath the corkscrew willow, Reclines a sleeping gnome; We’re happy that he lies there And the garden is his home. He gives me inspiration Among the wildlife and flowers: I can see him from the window As I write in daylight hours. When everyone is sleeping And I am […]
Wish in a Box
Cardboard box, Small and silver-grey, Base and lid, Ribbon-tied In burgundy – when shaken, There’s a rattle from inside. Held within, A globule of glass, Cold to touch, Copperish, Farewell gift from a pupil: An inscribed talisman wish. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 88 Talisman, October 6, 2016 Today […]
After Reading Ozymandias
After reading Shelley’s ‘Ozymandias’ in bed, My lashes fluttered, eyelids closed, So I lay down my weary head. In vivid dreams the poet took me by the hand: I was the traveller in an antique land. He led me across the expansive desert, showed me In a distant place two vast and trunkless legs of […]
Final Flare
Autumn colours creep like fire: Smoky tendrils of fog and mist Blanket crackling fields of stubble and stalk, Where charred migrating birds begin to flock; Embers of fruit glow in tree and hedgerow; One by one, leaves burst into flame, Raging with rubicund and golden conflagration; A final flare before winter, that bitter Vampire, leaches […]
Outside my Kitchen Window, a Jungle
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #82: out my kitchen window Outside my kitchen window, a jungle Steams rampant after morning rain. Creeping snake-like tendrils strangle Branches seeping with Bougainvillea stain And laden with elephant epiphytes. Wildlife sips from overflowing orchids Among leaves the colour of essonite And bubbling tanks of bromeliads. Vanilla vapours […]
Persephone and the Pomegranate
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #81 /Fairy Tale August 18 – Magic Fruit Daughter of the goddess Of fertility and harvest, Persephone had a beauty so rare That Hades was enraptured; He craved her for his wife And had her captured, Condemned to a life In the Underworld, With nothing to drink or […]
Bookworm Holes
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #79: Wormhole The librarian had gone off to make himself a coffee. Thursday afternoon was always slow and quiet, with one or two people logged on to computers, booking a holiday or applying for jobs. No kids until well after three. Sitting low in a comfy chair in the […]
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