My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #20 The wintry wind speaks in breathy tongues Echoes of words from foreign climes Fights with trees to pass the time Tangling shadows and light Embracing a free And floating kite Starts a slow Mournful Dance © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.freeimages.com
Month: January 2016
Celebration
My response to FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #10 Aoife’s writing was interrupted by scratching from the ceiling above her head. She put down her pen and looked out at a grey, windy November afternoon. Her bump pressed against the table top. She looked down at it, marvelling at the ripples of movement under […]
Blackbird Morning
This morning There is a dissimulation Of blackbirds in the garden Stabbing at the frozen soil With yellow beaks Flashing promises of spring As they flutter and descend Flap and fall In a rustle of desiccated leaves Eyed by A single magpie From the green needles Of the fir tree © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Fairy Tale Friday
The Wild Swans Stave 1 Far away across the water, Where swans migrate in winter, A king had eleven sons, Elisa was his only daughter, And they lived happily together Until he married an evil queen. During the wonderful wedding feast, She gave the royal children sand to eat And the very next day, She […]
Stranger on a Red Bus
London buses Pulse like blood Through the veins of the city The place where humanity Churns In a constant surge Of change And a face in a window Marks one moment In the life of a stranger Before the bus rumbles on Towards the next stop © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk
Thursday 21st January 2016
This is my first contribution to Jacqueline’s ‘Echoes of My Neighbourhood’ challenge. Every Thursday we share photos of our neighbourhood and link them to Jacqueline’s post. I’m looking forward to seeing all the different places in which WordPress bloggers live, work and play! When I go out of the gate at the bottom of our back garden, […]
Great Cold
My response to Carpe Diem #900 Daikan (Great cold) Every blade of grass Silver white with morning frost Bows to the great cold © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.graniterock.co.uk
Songs Are Like Tattoos
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #14: Take a favourite line I have taken a line from ‘Blue’ by Joni Mitchell and incorporated it in a tanka: Songs are like tattoos Pricking at your tender skin Begging to come in And leave indelible stains: Inky music on your soul © Kim M. Russell, 2016 […]
The Woman who Lost her Balance
My response to Sacha Black’s #1000SPEAK #WRITESPIRATION 76 Alice had lost her balance. At thirty years old she couldn’t walk in a straight line and she wasn’t even drunk. The neat, flower-printed mums at the school gate tutted and whispered; when she tried to speak, the slurred words that burnt her lips and dripped […]
Broken Gate
My response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #66 Teika’s Ten Tanka Techniques by Jane Reichhold Creak of broken gate Buffeted by winter wind Wood is grey and bare Held up by long grass and weeds Rusty latch bleeds on fingers © Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 