collected them over the years, spilled and scribbled down her fears on paper full of splashes, smears and smudges, oaths and prayers: a panoply of emotional souvenirs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt “It’s all in the title” Today’s title prompt involves working with variations of the same title instead […]
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For all the Shattered People
He got on the train, humming an old German rock song I haven’t heard for such a long time it made my eyes sting: Sonderzug nach Pankow. Echoes of Udo’s gravelly voice in the creak and crash of station noise brought to mind all the broken people before the wall came down. In the shimmering […]
Brew
She takes so much trouble With her stardust and her bubbles, Stirring pollen and feathers, Boiling them together With hints and dark suggestions: To magnetise emotions Into marital devotions While she remains alone, Stirring her copper cauldron. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #193 “Collage 35”
Whoa!
Whoa, incredible photonic boom! Nothing can travel faster than the speed of light slowed down, filled with a dry-ice fog. Scattered particles, pulse of light sweeps light scatter, repeat. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt January 22nd – Blackout This week, Oloriel would like us to try our hands at Blackout […]
Demented Texts
Hi Mum! I just wanted to let you know I’ll be visiting you today. Hi Mum! Don’t worry if the words Get muddled up, just text. Hi Mum! I know your fingers can’t type But I need your words – any words. Hi Mum! Did your words go the same way As your memory and […]
Train Spotting
Troops of ivy-throttled trees line the abandoned railway track. Snorting round the bend, an asthmatic locomotive coughs along to the clickety-clack, smoky echoes of a ghost drumming up memories of day trips to the coast: screaming in a tunnel, waiting on a platform, waving at passengers who always waved back. Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image […]
Go n-éirí an bóthar leat
Amongst night-black Blanket bogs and silver-green Crags that thrust towards the welkin, Dull flanks of split stones Ever reaching Field to field, Glimmer with quartz in the low light’s spill. Helter-skeltering on ragged Inky wings down the wintry chill, Jackdaws splash the sun, off Kilter, in and out of cloud shadows. Long lanes tip up […]
The World Within
Like those painted Russian dolls, They organised her World within a world. Living out of suitcases, Tended like a hot–house orchid, Feeling like a caged bird, Everything was planned. She lived through music, The only language Everyone can understand, And danced late at night In her hotel room to her favourite Rock and roll band. […]
Alice Interrupted
I topple into the void of slumber And down a rabbit hole. At first, I fly Through scudding cumuli Of docile dreams And then, I crash Through thunderclouds Into noxious night terrors. I run barefoot through forests Of threatening thorns, Until the early hours, When skulking shadows Prod me into jagged wakefulness. My heavy-lidded eyes Are […]
Rhyming with Dr Seuss
Think left and right And low and high, Alice is making a lemon pie; She’d better not make a mess, She’s wearing her best frilly dress. Think right and left And high and low, Follow the flight path of the crow To the door of the pear-shaped house For afternoon tea with a harvest mouse. […]
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