Ducks and Worms A clown-like shelduck With bright red beak Manoeuvres a line Of black-capped ducklings Across the mud flats And past the sedge To the water’s edge Where they stamp In the shallows Chasing shadows And stirring up worms That wriggle and squirm © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on http://www.wildfowl-photography.co.uk
Month: February 2016
Blossom – a shadorma
My response to Carpe Diem Special #199 Hamish’s 5th a teaser spring nudges winter out of bed with blossoms of blush quince gorgeous geisha out of place in English garden © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.notcutts.co.uk
Ephemeral
My response to imaginary garden with real toads Transforming with Nature’s Wonders – exploring the world of footprints I follow the trail Along the sea wall Until it veers Towards the sea Past rocks And pools Seaweed And shells Intimate Impressions Of a stranger’s Bare feet Each toe Defined In the damp sand Until […]
A small taste of what I have been working on
This week I have been revising the opening chapters of my novel, a ghost story for Middle Grade readers, set in London during World War Two. When I first started the novel several years ago, it was in the first person present, to get a sense of immediacy. However, I was advised to switch to third person and tried that […]
A Gentle Reminder
My response to Through the Eye of Bastet One Month of Haiga – a daytime moon Pale slice of silver Modest moon in light of day Resplendent at night © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Love Comes Alive
Two tankas in response to Carpe Diem #925 Love Once an innocent, Delicate, blossoming bud, Love suddenly comes alive, Exploding like an atom Expanding our universe. You left me alone, A stone washed up on the beach But when you return, I awaken in your hands, Glistening with foam and sand. © Kim M. Russell, […]
Traces of the Girl
Response to Me, Myself and I…or is it? dVerse Meeting the Bar Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her In a mirror or shop window, See traces of the girl she used to be. Critical of the gained weight, Disappearing definition, Laughter lines And silver threads in her hair. I try to love her, Feel […]
More of The Wild Swans
Stave 6 When Elisa awoke, they were far from land And so high in the air she thought she was dreaming, Until she found berries and roots in her hand, Gathered by her youngest brother. Far below them, a sailing ship floated, A white gull on the waves. They flew all day Ahead of a […]
When the mask slips
My response to Carpe Diem #924 humour (reprise) Tears drip from rouged lips When the circus is over And the mask slips Brightly polished performance Ephemeral laughter grips © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
Cloudbusting
My response to Bastet’s One Month of Haiga – Clouds Short-lived shape shifters Airy giants and castles Warnings in the sky Dreaming of patches of blue Always a promise of rain © Kim M. Russell, 2016
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