Under fingertips The rough planed woodiness dips Into a smooth knot A dark brown ring in blond pine A perfect imperfection © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Month: November 2015
Carpe Diem Haiku #868
This is based on a real experience that seemed surreal at the time. In a country lane A flying deer jumped one hedge Then cleared the other
Turning of the Tide
A tanka for the last Friday of this November Turning of the tide Shifts shape and mood of seascape Small boats creak and groan In watercolour rainbows And a gush of salty foam © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Pigeon Steps in the Dark
Insomnia And restlessness reign Filling the night With closed-eye hallucinations Moon, stars and black holes Cast their shadows on your face Ticklish webs of confusion Forcing you to face phantoms Leave the covers’ comfort Play grandmother’s footsteps In fizzing phosphene Pigeon steps in the dark © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Shock and Shame
Your heartbeat skips a gap in time with the shock electric jolt of realisation blurs your vision fades in and then cuts to shame […]
Early Hues of a New Day (a kyrielle)
At half past five, through the window,ghostly silhouette of willowcasts, shadow-black on dusty grey, the early hues of a new day. A ragged scrap of sky unfoldsin tones of purple blue and goldlike marbled paper tossed away,the early hues of a new day. The liquid taciturnityis rippled by birds’ melodyreleasing as the shadows fraythe early hues […]
Sunset, 25th November 2015
Glowing orange coin Slides into the slot of night A fanfare of light Draws drapes of purple and red Sends majestic sun to bed © Kim M. Russell, 2015 No image required
A Chilly Morning in Prague
Picture a chilly morning on Charles Bridge, Dodging phantoms emerging from the fog, Peering at statues lurking at the edge: A promenade to the Old Square in Prague. Already buzzing, a crowd has gathered At the southern side of the Old Town Hall; Their faces are upturned like sunflowers To the golden disc adorning the […]
Sonnet to an Old Winter Coat
They found love again like a winter coat, Collar up against the chilly weather, Enmeshed fingers pushed deep in a pocket, Facing their final season together. Wearing their coat of many colours, Woven from their last threads of emotion, They remember life as friends and lovers Without the thrill of anticipation. It began in quiet, […]
Midweek Haiku
Wednesday wanders in Neither beginning nor end A mid-week crisis
writing in north norfolk 