In a corona of silence, I turn to rain showers, the headiness of honeysuckle blossoms and blackbird vespers, simple pleasures to distract me from the unease of disease. So many shadows in the garden in which to find the Grail: the green balm of grass, May flower fertility and earthy pheromones filtering the essence of […]
Tag: Weekly challenge
Flourishing
Beyond the castle walls the kingdom flourishes,while old Quixote simmers within, no freedomto seek out maidens or threaten windmillswith his lance. Even Sancho, a redundant serf,has given up, his pot belly ever swellingwith undigested food and unspoken proverbs.Inside the castle, the air stagnates with heroes’breath, while outside nature flourishes. Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2020 […]
Mind Map of a Forgotten Coast
Our coastal skin shrank as knowledge grew; why have we forgotten paths and dunes devoured by an increasingly hungry sea? Never sated, the leviathan lingers on the shore until its rumbling belly sends it back for more. Ancient rock has turned to crumbling cliffs and sand. There are no maps to fathom what lies beneath, […]
Rediscovering the Night
Lying smug and snug in the arms of the countryside, I can’t recall the sound of the city’s background song, but hope, in this shutdown pandemic, that worldwide respect spreads like galaxies of stars for the long- forgotten night noises: the whirring wings of geese returning and the owls’ reviewing the day in the trees. […]
Batty
Against the fading sunset light, small phantoms of the night circle and dip, bat-blind to the predicament of humankind. They are still free to gather and fly, flickering shadows in the sky, while we hunker in isolation, watching the planet’s devastation. Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2020 My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Connecting […]
Corona
It came in the guise of a gaseous envelope in the sky of sun and other stars. No eclipse this time – just a pearly glow around the muted disc of moon. Chinese New Year celebrations were cancelled and Italy’s strict lockdown won’t be lifted soon. How appropriate that this is the year of the […]
Personal Hero
The only flesh and blood I see each night and morning, who I can still embrace and kiss his funny fuzzy face, leaves the house early each day. He’s not what you’d call a life saver, he’s not on the front line, but his contributions are real, helping the country stay warm, boil kettles and […]
Silvered
After nearly two weeks within these walls, and even more to follow, with only walks around the garden, how long can claustrophobia be suppressed? I write poetry in pyjamas, no reason to get dressed until I open the back door to spring sunshine, to hang out washing, feed the birds, pace around the willow chanting […]
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