Oh for a taxi that doesn’t bump and jolt, brake sharply at traffic lights, speed off into a rainy night leaving me behind. Balloons would be nice, of various colours and sizes, to make the journey smooth and a driver whose opinions are few and far between, so I can enjoy the airiness and comfort […]
Tag: Tuesday Platform
Seven Days
I live in dark corners, a scuttling spider drawing you to my web. Ding dong dell, Pussy’s in the well, drowning in despair and dripping hair. The jerky gait on the video tape is a symptom of my pain, reflected in the depths of eyes that kill or drive you insane Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Burial Boat
A boat has flamed into the market square; although its wood has rotted away, its soul is impressed into the soil. All that’s left is rust and nails, a broken key, a piece of spoon, and the remains of two long bones. A hidden surprise in the heart of a city, a flat-bottomed Viking coffin […]
Waxing Rhetorical
Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
Magic
is the changing face of nature as summer slowly cedes to autumn: flocks of birds morph in a washed-out sky, kaleidoscopic shapes in preparation for arduous flights and winter migration; hedges drip with blood-red berries, green foliage metamorphoses into shades of amber, gold and rust, and that first leaf lands in grass and dust. Kim […]
Grandmother’s Shoes
She had a closet full of shoes she wouldn’t throw away, reminders of the comfy days when every shoe would fit. For me, it was a treasure trove of giant shoes for a four-year-old to slide across the lino, Ginger to my grandfather’s Astaire. I was completely unaware of the agony of her size three […]
Seahorses
We ride distorted monsters beyond sandcastle borders, past pebbles and fizzing foam to whispering eel grass meadows. Tethered to stalks, their snaking chameleon tails swish, graceful gliding curlicues, neither horse nor fish. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Border, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform […]
Stranded
After the hurly burly of a storm on uninhabited isles – green jewels in crystal foam – a custard wind blows under the rim of a bluff clad with cushions of turf and crowned with rock shaped like a whale. This is where stranded mermaids watch clouds sail and forests splash and crash their splendid […]
A Day for Shade
Tucked into a shallow bowl of shady hills, a gun-metal grey saucer of a lake reflects the silhouette of a small bird of prey hunting on wings back-swept, shadowing skylarks and pipits, playing tag with cumuli scudding their own penumbrae. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on britainandbritishness.com My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics […]
Melting
In August nineteen forty two, amid alpine meadow scent and below skies of glacier blue, Francine and Marcelin, set off on foot to feed their herd. They never returned. Decades of searching melted to an end, revealing backpacks, stopped watch, tin bowls, a glass bottle, shoes still encased in ice, bodies side by side. As […]
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