We spend our lives unhooking the moon, trying to release all the light we cannot see. We look for knives and find only silver spoons to carve the cheese from her lunar seas. In the end we are bereft and we are left with the particular sadness of lemon cake, too sour upon our moon-kissed […]
Tag: Weekend Mini Challenge
Bright Grace
In the darkness of a November night, the autumn moon rose proud and bright, and so did you, my magical child, in a landscape green and wild. You were my ēlē every morning, the grace of light, of each day dawning, the most beautiful in Celtic lore, Gráinne, beloved, a mythical flower. Kim M. Russell, […]
Homo(graph) Erectus
On the harbour wall I notice an appealing notice, a poster advertising trips to see the seals. I seal my lips and harbour memories of selkies, magical creatures with tails instead of legs. I imagine colonies of mermen bobbing in the waves, inviting me to join them as they follow in the wake. But then I […]
Dreams of Sap and Bark
They’d been whispering all night. I looked out of the bedroom window, hoping to catch them at it; I breathed in their beauty but all I heard was the hoot of an owl and the distant bark of a dog. This morning, when the moon had disappeared, I just knew they’d been awake all night […]
Heart and Other Beats
With the sarcastic percussion of fingers on the table top, my heart used to skip a beat. I longed for the comforting generosity of chimes in a summer garden instead of the irascible crash of cymbals, a teenage girl flouncing out the door; I don’t hear that any more. Kim M. Russell, 26th January 2019 […]
A Frosty Night
On this frosty night, stars blow themselves to smither- eens and fall like feathers. Silvery hisses and splutters of white noise in my ears rush like the ocean on shingle, a symphony of moonlight, on this frosty night. Kim M. Russell, 19th January 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Mustn’t […]
Scarf Magic
My grandmother never went out without a headscarf. She had plenty of them, all neatly folded on a shelf in a low cupboard, within easy reach of a child. In other words me. The scarves were mostly chiffon and in rainbow colours. They demanded to be unfolded and swirled in the air like fairy wings. […]
seizing day night moon stars cloud
with the arrival of frosts and rains a wintry light smears the sky I crunch leaves defiantly underfoot and breathe in pungent decay in daring to live I’m learning to die leafless oaks mock me, feigning death, and haws […]
The Elusiveness of Purple
It’s in the bloom on the skin of a plump plum poised to plop, the fruity sweetness of the drop of a blackberry’s inky stain, the smear of jam on a child’s face, and the smudge in the space between the rich red of sunset and the indigo of night. When the scent of plum […]
The End and the Beginning
After the delay to summer’s end, autumn fruits and berries remind us of the taste of summer the luxurious heat the lingering light the genesis of brand new buds of spring red purple gold and brown wrapped in grey mist and the smell of leaves smoke curls from a bonfire long before the chimneys belch […]
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