The sky is a palette of blue, empty of birds, only broken clouds sing their poignant tunes; mainland and islands chime loud with blues of their own; and the sea joins in with a harmony, an aquamarine melody to pilot a tired fisherman home. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo […]
Tag: Thursday Photo Prompt
Enlivened
We are enlivened to the core as we stroll across the moor: hills transform into mountains; wintry waste is hemmed by trees and stones; branches shiver with icicles and frost that chill us to our very bones. Anaemic sun fails to warm us and underfoot the earth is hard as iron, despite promises of early […]
Dipping in Mist
First light bends, dips and sweeps through brackish shallows of mist, where weather-stained sheep graze on meagre brittle grass and rooks stab between the furrows of fields like crumbled Christmas cake, sprinkled with frost and ice-baked. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Mists – #writephoto
Cloud Horse
break in cumulus cloud-horse whinnies silver light reining the weather Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Fading #writephoto
September, looking…
through a time-worn pupil, focused on the blue-grey wash, we paddle in shallows, waiting for the seasonal tide to turn. Here there is no stubble, no furrows, just poetry pure and wild whirring in and out of hedgerows thick with hips and haws and pouring from the sky, a migrating flock of swallows. Kim M. […]
Clouds Dancing
No curtains open, no music plays, no corps de ballet on the rocky stage. The only spotlight is the sun, to highlight the faint wisps that twist and pirouette drift upwards and beyond: clouds dancing on a blue background. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Wisp […]
Alone
On the rim of sunset, evening hues are darkening, musky with the fading scent of undergrowth. Summer will soon be a forgotten dream, her insects a distant echo. But at the heart of feelings of rejection and loneliness is the beat of all things. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Thursday photo prompt – […]
Stone walls still stand…
along the lane, overhung with lemon leaves, lazily swung like rope across the landscape. At their rugged, naked feet, mud is sun–baked and crumbling, draped with dried-up weeds and grass, where humans rarely pass, only rain, wind and mice that burrow, deep beneath the footing, a tissue of tunnels and apertures adorned with a glint […]
Quixotic Giant
Obsessed with windmills feet planted in earth head in the clouds a quixotic birth with a love of sails in a flat county sunset never fails […]
Don’t Shoot the Messenger
Downward stroke of raven wing, coal-black and glistening in the morning sun, sweeps clouds into one, a blot on the blue. Its forsaken caw breaks early morning silence like the letterbox flap, the post on the mat; only its message is scrawled in the sky and punctuated by its shiny jet eye. Kim M. Russell, […]
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