Cradled in a teacup, her infused dream intertwines and rises with fragrant steam. She drowsily waits for lips to press porcelain and savour the sweetness of flowers of jasmine, lotus and hibiscus, unfurling below the liquid meniscus. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Inspired by Art! – also linked to […]
Tag: Tuesday Platform
Pleiades Pentimento
We were three bright stars, three sisters, no brother, never far from our earth mother, an open star cluster until I discovered the universe, my comet tail burning through space. Now, middle-aged Pleiades, we are fading stars and sisterhood is nebulous in the stubborn constellation of Taurus. No longer a pole star in your lives, […]
Cracks
“The argument of the broken window pane is the most valuable argument in modern politics.” Emmeline Pankhurst It started as soon as the window was replaced, like a vein pulsing in the corner of the pane. The frame was warped, it was a botch job, and nobody wanted to take the blame. More cracks appeared, […]
Winter Thistle
Light as down, you floated a while, gradually fading, your smile a mere flicker. Your papery hands slipped through my fingers. Your breath dropped like wind and I, your thistle seed, caught here in earth’s embrace, watched as winter blasted you out of the atmosphere. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
Scrooged
I struggle with leftovers and dregs of good cheer; dinner repeats itself and Christmas tinnitus continues to ring in my ear. Although I vaguely remember many times that I’ve been here, I know that I will make the leap of faith into another year. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Snapshot of Christmas Day
The landscape’s smeared with brown and grey on this fleeting Christmas day. Winter holds sway with icy puddles and breath forms frozen particles on still air. Only seagulls dare tease the tedium; they wheel, sideslip and dive, grey wings merge with grey sky. Around the corner waits the black backdrop of a drawn-out night and […]
Art
Born of hopes and dreams, roped to its creator by words, sounds, paint, clay or stone, each oeuvre becomes tactile blood, skin and bone. It exposes both the soul and heart – a demanding offspring, art. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #193 Also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
Morning Shivers
Winter’s at its lowest ebb, with branches bare against low skies and frost crisp at the river’s edge. Dawn carves grooves into the ice formed on the garden pond, where grass seeds are petrified into brittle frozen fronds. Early morning has been captured in a sparkling silver sculpture. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to […]
Crunch Time
It’s that time again: after the crunch of autumn leaves we face the bite of ice and snow on the bank of the frozen river at the edge of the year. We look across at the future and wonder where we go from here. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Mother Holle
Loaves steam, apple scent curls and twists from the cauldron; hot breathy spells rise and pop with piquant punctuation in Mother Holle’s kitchen. Her sinister hand conjures incantations, her dexter spins and weaves them needle prick by needle prick into something lyrical and more poetic. She no longer has the youth and charms to lure […]
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