The ancient instinct to collect becomes a working library. a laboratory of visual alchemy, an artist’s palette of reality, at its centre a Venetian baroque chair. Its silver gilt, green sea-monsters and curved seahorses become the source of coloured crayon outlines and details in layered oils: the portrait of a woman, curvaceous, adored, wooed with flowers […]
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Echoes of an Earlier Landscape
Early light has been diffused to an apricot glow, dappled with fragments of cool, grey shadow, echoes of the wet earth of an earlier landscape. Soggy fields and marshes suffered centuries of drought; now precious juttings of sea-worn granite lure us out to where water once teemed with life. Now all that’s left are sweeping […]
Balance
Life in the balance: on one side, the sum total […]
Summer Clothes
Summer permeates a single layer of cotton: a fluttering dress, a baggy shirt or colourful sarong. Unwrapped from woollen layers, we can breathe, clothed in flags of freedom, rippled by the breeze. On the beach, the sea sparkles and lures us in; we bare our bodies and the sun smiles on our warm skin. Kim […]
Heavy Plant Crossing
The country road tilts and blends into a sudden blind bend, overhung with bush and tree, so dense that, at first, I do not see a red and white sign erupting from a pile of soil: heavy plant crossing. My imagination runs riot with giant hogweed and triffids evolved from seeds that drifted down from […]
Fay Watson and the Empty Chair
You want me to sit on what you think is an empty chair? Not while he sits there, his soft blond hair matted with blood, face grey as the smoke from the gun I pressed to his head. He’s not dead to me, he’s locked in my brain, a bloody stain I can’t scrub clean. […]
Guitar Sunsets
My passion as a teenager was playing the guitar, contorting fingers into chords and positions, resonating waltz and polka from the sound hole of a Yamaha, plucking delicate arrangements of Bach and Scarlatti. Now my fingers will not stretch across neck and frets, too stiff and sore to press on strings, too clumsy for harmonics […]
Found in the Night Sky
look up and watch the cosmic summer frolic when the sun rises early to touch the Northern Tropic our lunar neighbour fattens, waxes, comes nigh then scoots past and sails on by leaving Saturn and Jupiter to light up the night sky Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest A found poem, picked from […]
Sad Pathetic Fallacy
The world was disappointing, dry and thirsty, full of sadness, longing for some artistic creativity, when the slate sky flickered with metallic electricity. Thunder rumbled. The brawling river, rushing with rain-swollen flow, swung into a roaring curve below towards a thundering waterfall, rearing in glassy surges, snagging on the riverbed, like King Lear on the heath: […]
Safe in her Pocket
She sees through his bravado, a juvenile planet Earth peeping through Saturn’s halo. His stretched open lips reveal his innermost fears and his soul slips down his cheek. She pulls apart his terrors, soothes his pain and with one look, pockets his heart. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Andi Abdul Halil My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]
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