My response to Imaginary garden with real toads Which Bee? This weekend’s Mini-Challenge invites us to explore a moment in the life of one of the three bees flying in the stanza quoted below the image. And because three is such a lovely number, we are crafting our poems in exactly three stanzas. In summer fields […]
Day: August 14, 2016
Caging Bruises
My response to Sue Vincent Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt – Caged– #writephoto Evening is bruised By fading day The colour of contusions On his wrists Where he twists And turns. Striped by bars, Burnt by bright light, Salts of life Crystallise On lips, tongue and eyes. His only respite A darkening sky With promise […]
Ent Song
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt August 14th: Spinning of a Story This Sunday we’re spinning our own threads into the stories that fascinate us. I have to keep this brief as we only returned yesterday from a couple of days away to celebrate my sixtieth birthday and I put catching up on writing before […]
Homesick Angel
My response to Carpe Diem #1023 A Sparrow Inspired by a quote from Kala Ramesh: “Last evening I was looking out from my balcony and saw a sparrow perch on a branch. All of a sudden, with a quick jerk, she ruffles her feathers and spreads out her wings – her bodyline on an […]
River of Birdsong
My response to Carpe Diem Theme Week (6) 7 Jane’s last haiku In the last episode of the tribute theme week for Jane Reichhold, Chèvrefeuille has asked us to share our memories and haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form about Jane Reichhold. He also shared Jane’s last haiku, her Jisei: with the moon night […]
Amor vincit omnia
My response to Carpe Diem #1022 dreams Inspired by a quote from Chèvrefeuille: “I know I am a dreamer … but I believe strongly that love will conquer all evil … and, as spring is here again, then I only can say: Yes love has conquered again!!” spring conquers winter banishing cold and darkness a […]
Broken Blush
My response to Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge Prisoner of laughing Lips, How is a heart cool As ice, A joyless and haunting Broken blush? © Kim M. Russell, 2016
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