Spitting Feathers

OhMyGod! Such a Brilliant Surprise. And may I also take a moment and say that Kim is such an Excellent Artist of words and imagery. (@–>–)

writing in north norfolk

Between shingle beach
and salty lagoon,
marsh and reed bed,
feathered spirits,
by ponderous words,
observe migrating birds
and hanker
to be free.

They long to sweep
above thorny thistles,
dart after insects in the air,
glittering lightning
across fields
and down lanes,
breaking over towns
and villages
like waves.

of centuries
clog their quills:
they are time-tattered,
tarred and feathered
with futility,
gaseous ghosts.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

spitting-feathers– Can Pekdemir

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #154 and linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform

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