In September, amber apples drop from the branch, crunch in grass soaked with dew and mist, kissed by footprints in a damp embrace. Lace of spiders’ gossamer cobwebs ebbs on an autumnal breeze. Trees smoulder, each leaf an ember in September. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 I have taken a sonnet I wrote last year […]
Month: September 2016
Departure in Pigeon Steps
For five years I’ve watched my mother be consumed by dementia. At first, nothing seemed different about her: she was a little vague and avoided groups of people. Then she forgot how to make a cup of tea, how to eat, how to dress herself. She forgot my name, how to speak and walk. This […]
Folded Prayers
origami boat setting sail from a temple folded paper prayers © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on xdesktopwallpapers.com My response to Carpe Diem #1053 worship Today the modern kigo is worship and Chèvrefeuille has given us some examples of Jane Reichold’s haiku: in the beginning all spirit – all holy a world boat to a beach […]
City of Bridges and Sighs
Give me a city of bridges and sighs, Shimmering water under cloudless skies, Flocking pigeons in St Mark’s Square Fed by the crowds of tourists there. Give me the surprise of a piazzale, The clanging of the bell in the Campanile, Echoes of gondoliers in the early morning haze And overcrowded vaporetti in the watery […]
Sea Sand Quadrille
Found in ‘We lying by seasand’ by Dylan Thomas Lying in a yellow grave of yellow sand and grave sea, silent tide lapping hollow yellow alcove of words between water storm and desert, we wish for wind to blow away our ills, cure them with golden weather and a one-coloured yellow cicada calm. © Kim […]
Finding Death’s Dominion
I have seen death’s dominion On the screen of my television: In the broad light of a September sun, A sky filled with bodies and broken bones. We did go mad to see those planes Annihilate the towers; Once more we are sane, We are dusty flowers Lifting our heads to the rain, Never wanting […]
Boxed in
Creak of ropes melds with creak of trees Bare wooden boxes swing in the breeze Contorted bone and spine are folded in Cubes of splintered wood on naked skin Swinging high amongst leaves and limbs Incarcerated at the furious forest’s whim Open to elements and nature’s powers Punishing heat, cold, wind and showers Revenge is […]
Opening the Day
Opening sleepy eyes, The openness of a new day Breaks through the slats Of the blind – Not blind but open. Opening mouth, Taking a breath At the wide open window, Opening lungs, mind and soul. Each day is a gift To be opened. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
Happiness in the Quiet Garden
scent of trees sanctity of leaf shadows morning sounds © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem #1052 Happiness In this episode, Chèvrefeuille told us about some of the things that made Jane Reichold happy and shared some of her haiku to inspire us: a great gift a day on the beach given […]
Seasonal Clues
The harsh heat of summer Has run its course, Leaving seasonal clues Of paler blues And hedgerows full Of tender blackberries. Hawthorn and rowan trees droop With the weight of fruit, And crab apples spill In a carpet of swarming wasps. Outside windows, Threatening crane flies pose On long, spindly legs, aliens Clamouring to enter […]
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