The window is closed and all the scents of summer are trapped behind its pane. No bee’s buzz can penetrate the glass, no refreshing breeze can pass to relieve me of the pain of winter chill. But in the window of my mind, I can still see the shadow-play of roses and leaves on the […]
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Blue
The sky is a palette of blue, empty of birds, only broken clouds sing their poignant tunes; mainland and islands chime loud with blues of their own; and the sea joins in with a harmony, an aquamarine melody to pilot a tired fisherman home. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo […]
Dipping in Mist
First light bends, dips and sweeps through brackish shallows of mist, where weather-stained sheep graze on meagre brittle grass and rooks stab between the furrows of fields like crumbled Christmas cake, sprinkled with frost and ice-baked. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Mists – #writephoto
September, looking…
through a time-worn pupil, focused on the blue-grey wash, we paddle in shallows, waiting for the seasonal tide to turn. Here there is no stubble, no furrows, just poetry pure and wild whirring in and out of hedgerows thick with hips and haws and pouring from the sky, a migrating flock of swallows. Kim M. […]
Clouds Dancing
No curtains open, no music plays, no corps de ballet on the rocky stage. The only spotlight is the sun, to highlight the faint wisps that twist and pirouette drift upwards and beyond: clouds dancing on a blue background. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Wisp […]
Alone
On the rim of sunset, evening hues are darkening, musky with the fading scent of undergrowth. Summer will soon be a forgotten dream, her insects a distant echo. But at the heart of feelings of rejection and loneliness is the beat of all things. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Thursday photo prompt – […]
Quixotic Giant
Obsessed with windmills feet planted in earth head in the clouds a quixotic birth with a love of sails in a flat county sunset never fails […]
Beacon
bright morning beacon untangles the horizon into skeins of cloud Kim M. Russell My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Gold #writephoto
Growing Potatoes on Mars
Powerful, fiery and dramatic, the red planet is a devil of a place to grow potatoes. Mind you, they always take root in my kitchen cupboard… Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Deep #writephoto This poem was inspired by an article I read on Science Alert – I was […]
Waking Sea
Sea breaks against rocks, wakes in wrinkles and stretches out to touch the horizon. Sea stifles a yawn, wraps night sand in crackly grey waves, a gift to early morning. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Horizon #writephoto Sue asks us to use the image to create poetry, […]
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