Grassy scree sweeps, a crumpled quilt on windblown moors, broken only by thistles like globe artichoke heads and a sole skull, once warm and woolly but now long dead – no skeleton, the only backbone formed by distant tors. Bowing stiffly before the threatening gale, sedge clumps hiss and escaping hoverflies hum a monotone refrain. […]
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Winter Souvenirs
below ever-changing blues ruffled by winds’ blow the ebb and flow of translucent water embraces islets rocks and pebbles piled by waves traces of rage and storm winter-borne Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Faraway
Caught
Shaded dusty paths cut undergrowth tideway below tangles of branches and dapplings of leaves. Trees strike poses, dipping and sky-pointing like gigantic waterfowl in a wandering wind. Overhead sunlight bursts and splashes like whitecaps bubbling and cresting, majestically burning, caught in the teeming flood of forests’ chlorophyll blood. Kim M. Russell, 24th August 2018 My […]
Refulgent
The sky is blasted with dragonish clouds that blacken an ancient wind-blustered landscape long ago weathered into ridge and furrow, dissolving the veil between human and nature, between yesterday and tomorrow. Murmurations of thunderheads gather, unearthly shapes shifting across the gorge where the sun god tempers day in his fiery forge; an alchemist, he chants […]
Monochrome Magic
The past lingers in black and white, not painted with fingers but conjured with light. Fairy-tale turrets once decked with streaming pennants transformed by time into a wreck; now they have only sheep as tenants. But conjured with light, not painted with fingers, in black and white the past lingers. Kim M. Russell, 26th May […]
Valley
The valley’s wet with soupy mist pouring down its flanks; the river’s murky with muddy flood gushing down its banks. The morning sun has shed its blood and set the clouds alight; the hill’s a blackened silhouette where daytime meets with night. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday Photo […]
Carved
An old track forges its way, draws seams through fields pierced and riddled with flint. Winding and following the contours of the valley, it hurdles the backbone of a hilly landscape, past a wind-carved rock of elephantine grey, a hollowed out echo of an ancient voice from long ago. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response […]
