We are in the grip of a stelliferous season, that famous episode of frost and florid falls of leaves in the annual Penny Dreadful, when we fend off the temptation to watch hours of plasma television. Outside, branches wave, trees tugged by boisterous fingers, a friendly invitation to join the fun, kick leaves, run riot, […]
Tag: Wordle
Acedia
I wallow like a walrus In my laziness, Unable to work or play Or even pray, Scrawling somatic lingua franca On the walls of my acedia. I remain in front of the television, Ignoring my friends’ derision, Watching soaps from the Antipodes. When the doorbell rings, I pull myself to my knees, Uncoil my spine […]
Beached in the Library
I admit it, I’m a bibliotaph; I can’t bear to give books away, Craving their mute, faceless pages And the familiar aroma Of their guts That reminds me of tidewater – Fake memories on a breeze – With a hint of wisteria. I step up to the shelf and it occurs to me That I […]
Art Therapy
The child deconstructs her picture, scraping curls of black crayon; swirls of firework wraiths appear and a hive of red, orange and yellow bees swarms from the smoke of a waxy night. Opposite her, a woman, bright and bedizened in gold rings, ear hoops and bangles that glitter in the flecks of kind eyes, searches […]
Torching the Wood
With precise movement, Uniform in its execution, The blacksmith in his forge Pumps his pneumatic bellows, Raising a shudder in the torchwood: Terrible tangles of acrid smoke And amber flickers denote The rising of a delirious phoenix No longer skulking in her cave of timber. Satisfied with the ravenous ration, The blacksmith heats a horseshoe […]
Vitrification
She is aware of the grey frailty of a fennel- feathered cygnet adrift on the lake, an urgent avian emergency. In her inexplicable urge to embody Leda in a corrupt embrace, she wraps it in bandage to lessen the damage, a tiny mummy to vitrify o […]
Guttersnipe
I’m just a common snipe skulking in the gutter With my short legs, filthy face, squint and stutter, Cowering from the chorus of curses that they mutter, Outcast, urchin, ragamuffin, nutter. They want to trap this guttersnipe inside a birdcage, Break my thirst for brawls and wrangle with my rage, Button up my cheeky lip […]
Kyrkogrim
The petal silk of her skin, Pronounced against a gloam of hair, Rescinds the black glitter of her eyes, Void of warmth And deep as space. Keeping safe Her staggered spirit Wrapped in the density of tweed, Shibboleth of widow’s weeds In hues of night and shadow, Some may think she is unhinged, The ringer […]
Bramble Breath
We are fighting a futile battle Against esurient microliths, Feral thorns hiding in the hedge, Thrusting forward tendrils of sharpness. Sharp eyes of berries glitter, Breathing bramble sillage, Exalting their sweetness In defiance of their nothingness. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #121 “September 19th, 2016”
Indecision
Life is a codex Of cinematic Sehnsucht For the perfect past Of twenty-twenty vision, Feinting indecision And fear of a formidable future. While other people’s lives glisten With undiscovered or important Minerals of the moment, I drift between noun And navel-gazing, Unable To choose. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle […]
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