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 […]
Tag: Writing Prompt
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. […]
