They visited every day For the grass, starry flowers And space to play for hours. In spring, peach trees burst into blossom And the happy children feasted on fruit all autumn. After a seven year visit with a Cornish ogre, Summer saw the return of the owner, A selfish giant who scared them away With […]
Month: November 2016
Doll Phobia
in the dank cellar a distillation of fear seeps from dusty vials moulding into the vile tang of pink plastic with its sardonic grin staring with marbly eyes that blink knowingly in quirky silent movie motion © Kim M. Russell, 2016 – Andre Govia My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #139 and shared on Imaginary Garden with […]
Bush Clover Surprise
against a backdrop of heavy weeping rainclouds sturdy bush clover bursts through earthy autumn hues early morning pink surprise © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #15 bush clover In this new episode of Tanka Splendor month, the prompt is bush clover, a plant name I did not recognise. I found […]
Snow on a Summer’s Day
furious kicking keeps her afloat in the wake of fast tourist boats white swan – snowflake on water a lost echo of winter © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem Special Japanese Poetry In The Lowlands #3 Ria Giskes “six swans” (tanka) In this new episode of Chèvrefeuille’s CD Special about Japanese Poetry […]
22nd November 1980
It had been a difficult transition, moving from one country to another; from a city’s familiar streets and longstanding friendships to the middle of nowhere in another country with a baby on the way. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. What I didn’t realise was that I’d be thirty odd miles from the […]
Beached in the Library
I admit it, I’m a bibliotaph; I can’t bear to give books away, Craving their mute, faceless pages And the familiar aroma Of their guts That reminds me of tidewater – Fake memories on a breeze – With a hint of wisteria. I step up to the shelf and it occurs to me That I […]
Breath of a Storm
brooding clouds gather across the disc of the moon dimming its silver heated words in breath of storm exhale a mellower glow © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #14 storm We are almost halfway through this Tanka Splendor month and the Ten Tanka Writing Techniques by Teika; Chèvrefeuille would like […]
Go n-éirí an bóthar leat
Amongst night-black Blanket bogs and silver-green Crags that thrust towards the welkin, Dull flanks of split stones Ever reaching Field to field, Glimmer with quartz in the low light’s spill. Helter-skeltering on ragged Inky wings down the wintry chill, Jackdaws splash the sun, off Kilter, in and out of cloud shadows. Long lanes tip up […]
A Secret Chord
in a minor chord they’re singing Hallelujah the broken the faithful even those who needed proof opening their hearts in a blaze of light nothing on their tongues but one word to be heard a holy hallelujah in a secret chord © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P Shadorma & Beyond – […]
Just So
Originally posted on Oran's Well:
space A turn of line—that’s all—suffices where no cathedral can divine the source of water in the wine. A long wave’s curl just so, wan with sunrise, grey-belled with glow. And the sound: Not the hosanna of the wave’s white crash but the longer glass recede. The perfected line…
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