You are my touchstone:you heal me;you alonecomplement me,make me whole. You lighten the minorchord of winter,ground mein the headinessof summer. By day my sun,by night, you’re stars,silver rivets holdingthe sky together —fierce gentleness. Kim M. Russell, 19th February 2024 Image by Olena Bohovyk on Unsplash Monday is Quadrille day at the dVerse Poets Pub, where […]
Tag: Touch
The Naked Touch
a stony coldness plucked from a beach fills my palm and overflows into each line and groove, pulling fingers into a claw – like a ring clasping a jewel sensitive tips trace dents and pocks knocked into it by waves and rocks pebbled acne smoothed by human caress, the stroke of skin wrinkles, calluses and […]
Tangible Ghost
This rigid, ghostly stump is tangible. It is no longer quick and malleable, Green and thriving, satin wood. Drained of viscous lifeblood, Bare branches, angular and cleft, And coarse bark, bristly and bereft, Are a prickly pumice for cows and sheep. The lightning tree can no longer weep Feverish, waxy tears into sodden earth To […]
Touching Mars
My response to Carpe Diem #918 Touch/Tactioception (Pain) If I could touch Mars Extended contours in space Would it feel red? © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on http://www.telegraph.co.uk
writing in north norfolk 