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 […]
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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 […]
The Silvering
The undulating spines of misty hills crouch sharp and black below billowing clouds that pitch and roll. We walk along the lakeside track, a jagged, treadled seam, pierced and riddled with the gleam of ancient cobbles, flints and stones, skiddy with old leaves and stale lake breath. Along the path, the oaks feign death but, […]
Dusk
The vestigial tail of day disappears into clouds, a sky of dead dreams wrought in gold- spattered water of seas and lakes: that’s all it takes. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Dusk #writephoto
Perspective in Yellow
Fields throbbing with electric yellow unfold to the foot of an ancient hill quizzically curved like Buddha’s eyebrow. The air zings with peppery pollen as rapeseed, with its Midas touch, starts to paint the landscape golden, and country people everywhere know that spring is finally here. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s […]
Aloof
Between the wild scent of bracken and gorse and a sky dance of cloud drifting off course, sunlight kisses mountain tops frozen to glass, and ice flowers dazzle stalks of frost-fondled grass. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Distant #writephoto
When Crows Cry
I perch on my usual branch, feathers shivering, sharp eyes surveying the naked winter- weathered landscape, depressed by concrete cloud. I open my frost-numbed beak, rip the air with one loud cry, release crow-black pain into the sky. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto
