I have never had pleasure in any kind of treasure and no sparkling diamond can be my best friend. But the peridot colours of an August garden delight me with greens and ochres, golden sunshine dancing in the sky, protection from the evil eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Tag: Tuesday Poetics
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 […]
Rewind
We shut the front door and rewind the day, reining in squally autumn weather, and watch the sky together as storm smudged charcoal clouds soak up rain from macerated mud and leafy puddles. For a quiet twilight moment, orange and scarlet sun reigns again. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
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 […]
Mapping Memories
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 […]
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 […]
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