In my deepest January,frequently the sky is pink,trees hunched over, shy and nude,creeping round churned up fields. In my deepest January,carrion crows, grey as fading ink,pick at drowned worms, rudeand raucous as they wield sharp, curved beaks then sinkthem into mud, cackling a lewdcaw. Breaks in the treeline revealthe village church, a chink of grey […]
Tag: What’s Going On
Knitting
Casting on with new yarn is not a chore,it’s satisfying to start a new ball once more. Colour, ply and texture always play their part,involving deep thought and searching the heart. The style is important, I must like it toofor my hands to make the perfect gift for you. My fingers are not as nimble […]
My Heart Remembers
“The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,everything it lost and found again, and everyoneit loved, the heart cannot forget.” from ‘What the Heart Cannot Forget’ by Joyce Sutphen Memories of your gentle faceare sketchedon my heart,like paths across the landscape. The shape of your lipsis etchedinto my genealogy. The frost of that morning […]
Regeneration
The annual ball is almost over,the wheel has reached its final creak;it should be well oiled by the countdown. Balloons drift across ceiling and floor;like cheap champagne, the tarnishedglitter dome retains some sparkle. Spooked by eruptions of extravagantfireworks, midnight sees the old yeargather her skirts. A pumpkin carriage awaits, ready to drive into a foetal […]
Today’s Sermon
is marsh birdspouring over reeds and a golden plover’srapid wing beats, and the brief shadowsof small wavelets. Today’s sermon isa soft cacophony drifting from trees,cool air and moss. Today’s sermon ismy willpower disintegratinginto iced creaminess, a swirl of sweetness,a little thrill of pistachio. Today’s sermon isknitting a present for my sister in a rich redthe […]
Desert
There are millions of grains of sandburning red in the midday sun,tiny works of art, alightbefore the day has begun. Irritated beneath the aching feetof camels and nomads, gritconjures a pearl in its oyster eye,a mirage in the distance, where an antique rose withers againand again, forever thirsty for rain. Kim M. Russell, 23rd October […]
This is how the day begins…
with one eye open,watching morning creepthrough the blind, a peeping tomor sneak thief invading the bedroom. You are still a shadow hunchedunder the covers, a prisonerof the loudly ticking clockimitating the rhythm of heavy rock. Craving quiet before birdsong,I pad barefoot downstairsfor a much needed peeand the first cup of tea, only to find hungry […]
Musings of a Poetic Cat
You imagine me, curled like a commain your lap, the rumble of my purr,your fingers stroking silky fur,and wonder why I walk alone. I greet you with a gentle head buttfollowing a successful hunt;however, my gift is unappreciated,you grimace and refuse to eat it. You fail to understand that I was borninto feline aristocracy; a […]
Anger
I see anger as orange red,so hot and bright it hurts my head.I’m very seldom angry,except for when I’m very hungry;I just get so frustrated I cryat injustice and violence. I tryto build up a fire in my belly,but my heart says no, and I turn to jelly,and suffer from various digestive quirks;I’ve tried building […]
Never Again
The sunhas climbed much higherin the blistering biosphereuntil theelastic sky is far too close.Prostrate on caramel sand,I burn. Kim M. Russell, 1st August 2024 Image by Leio McLaren on Unsplash I’m a little late for the What’s Going On? prompt this week, a bit like making a cameo appearance for Sumana’s challenge. I enjoyed reading […]
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