Macabre plague pit like a womb, Skeletons carefully laid in rows: Dirt rained down on rotting flesh, There were no flowers And no tomb. Mass burial, only priests believed that souls were saved, A village of plague victims all buried in a huge grave. When the dying were taken to a monastery hospital, Did they […]
Day: December 8, 2016
Shiny Red Wellies
At the beginning of December your first year was over; you had found your feet, unsteady as yet but eager to make a quick escape. You wanted to chase flakes that fell from the sky, fluttered on your eye lashes and kissed your cheeks, even after a week when snow rose to the roof, icicles […]
(Echo) Chamber Music
the polite murmur of woodwind and harpsichord echoes across time Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem #1089 Divertimento in D minor, Op. 3, no. 3 by Anna Bon di Venezia In today’s episode, Chèvrefeuille has introduced me to a female composer who is completely unknown to me and I was also unaware […]
Between Words
the length of a thought in breathless space between words resonates silence Kim M. Russell, 2016 My twenty-fourth haiku for the Carpe Diem First Winter Retreat 2016 the kick off – find the silence
writing in north norfolk 