I was thrilled to find out this afternoon that this story was highly commended in Esther Newton’s Flash Fiction Competition. It was her first time on a steam train. She had listened to her grandfather’s stories and wondered what the fuss was about; they sounded noisy, dirty and slow. But she had a few hours to […]
Month: November 2015
A seasonal tanka for Monday morning
Christmas Candles Christmas candles burn Aroma of cinnamon Orange and ginger An album of memories In citrus and spice © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on www.lily-flame.co.uk
Writing Poetry in the Night Sky
An enormous sky Perfect for writing poems Haikus and tankas Punctuated with bright stars The moon a big fat full stop © Kim M. Russell, 2015
My first attempt at an etheree
Archaeology on the Beach I poke claggy sand turn pebbles feel with probing finger tips touch sharpness of ancient flint sharp and smooth last held by a Stone Age hand that knapped its edges until they were dark and ribbed I lift it from its earthy grave this tool an arrowhead so simple yet unique relinquished […]
The Curlew’s Cry
Confident cry Bubble of plaintive joy Bursts and adorns the sky With musical curlicues Elegant curlew Beats its way across water To mud flats Probes the ooze and silt With a distinctive Downward curving bill © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on www.rspb.org.uk
Norfolk Reeds
Russet Norfolk reeds Whisper windy sibilants Quietly rusting © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Ormesby Broad at the End of November
Numb November sky Anchored to the slate-grey broad By tangles of trees Shore-bound silent silhouettes And an empty patch of grass ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
A haiku for the Carpe Diem Special #184
High in the hawthorn Out of reach of the sparrows Blood red berries drip ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
Another Flying Deer
A childhood notion Flying deer following stars Cosmic hide and seek © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Twilight
Twilight quickens In the sweep of cloud Hastening towards the darkness Of night’s heavy shroud Past the finger of the signpost Pointing the way Past the country church And down the lane Each dusk a little death to mourn Until the next new day is born © Kim M. Russell, 2015
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