each breath secures the high harmony an anchor in a gale blowing dust off the mantelpiece standing on tiptoes clouding the mirror with a steady in and out Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 18 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re getting started. I’ve linked this post to […]
Tag: Tuesday Platform
Ruminations on Writing
I was recently reminded I’m getting old, a greying guest of nature, mother and wife. In an attempt to solve the riddle of my soul, I gnaw and chew life out of life. Stiff fingers falter, they fumble, writing is a spidery scrawl on a page; as I peck at the keyboard, words tumble, I […]
Tricolour
In the hedgerows on this peaceful morning, the green and yellow backdrop is torn by waxwings. With tricorn head feathers and ‘stand and deliver’ masks, they flourish their plumage and spread wing tips, waxy red to seal their Bohemian spring courtship. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on rspb.org.uk My response to Imaginary Garden with […]
Three
Her life is a trilogy, an unholy trinity in a three-dimensional world: past, present, future, unaligned, thrice the fun and three times the pain, again and again and again, tied to herself in a three-legged race, she is three-faced. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Laura Williams My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #158 and linked […]
Toxic
No colour caresses the toxicity of a love that grips with talons grey, leeches tints of happiness and reduces them to a foggy day. Kidnapped by a tainted heart, blinded by choking smoke of mute obsession, she has no more tears left to cry for his transgression. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – Josh Hayes My […]
Mehndi
She inhales the musky pungent blend of henna mud and turmeric curling from the sun in the palm of her hand, curlicues and russet rings circling her fingers. Intricate tattoos tiptoe on her feet to meet her groom’s initials concealed beneath a silken sari of yellow, the spicy colour signifying spiritual well-being and a prosperous […]
Treehouse
I am building a treehouse of words at the end of the garden where no one can find it up high among branches and birds, tethered by feathers and covered with foliage, plastered with poems and rendered with rhyme; as part of the tree it will grow over time. I am building a treehouse of words […]
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Invitation to the Tyburn Jig
In the shadow of the gallows, not far from the hangman’s noose, the young pick-pocket drowns in the shallow murk of a blindman’s holiday, once the jailer’s doused the glim. He was born under a threepenny planet, dipping wipers for a tot of lightning, dodging charlies and soul-drivers. Holed up in a gospel-shop, pot-valiant, he forgot […]
Radical
Scientists and builders envision a future skyscraper that devours smog: free radicals will mélange mist and fog, metaphor murk and mêlée confusion into melancholy morasses and disperse them into the sky as mellifluous gases. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics – Verbify Me! Also linked to […]
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