I start to trace the map of her face, the contours of her cheeks, pools of blue eyes, her valleys and her peaks, drawing from distant memories, trying to forget more recent days, colouring the sunshine hours, and feeling her warmth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Musical Muse […]
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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 […]
Seascape with Lighthouse
Waves scream gulls, they flutter sand and scribble chaos in their wake, snatch stones and rocks in foamy hands, rampage on cliffs until they break. Matchstick fishing boats struggle to resist, their anchors taut against the tide, but rollers coil and undertow persists, anchors are dragged and ropes untied. On the cliffs and on the […]
A Writer’s Window
Outside is a garden, wild and green, from my study window seen. It’s tangled with branches and shadowed with leaves: my garden has the coolest breeze. The riotous grass is sunlight-dappled, scattered with plum, quince and apple. The dome of willows is a hideaway where cats, deer and pheasants play. Outside the window are trees […]
Blessing in Disguise
In darkened rooms with curtains pulled to banish day, we welcome gloom, unaware of gaps allowing rays to bathe our eyes – sadness consoles grievers, a blessing in disguise. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Blessings Paul tells us that he has been reading Anam […]
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 […]
