She is shameless in her intention, that nameless nymph with titian hair, skin soft and luminous, her tender grip upon his arms, offering her charms. She will not let him go. He sees the flash of light on translucent green water, lapping and trickling on the flawless skin of these woodland daughters, their long hair […]
Month: March 2017
Rumi’s Flute
a breath of spring air in the midst of confusion universal flute Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Wikipedia My response to Carpe Diem #1168 flute Chèvrefeuille has been waxing philosophical today, talking about existentialism as a background to the poem by Rumi he has shared, in which the poet is speaking about ‘existence’: […]
A Walk in the Rain on Pewley Down
My daughter Ellen and her husband moved from South London to Guildford in Surrey just before Christmas and, as she was working over the holiday, in between unpacking all their worldly goods, we agreed on a date in February for my first visit to their new home. My mother’s death in January and her funeral […]
Withstanding the Asylum
I hold it close against my chest, an exotic emerald scarab, carapaced beetle of afflatus. A hard face hides my longanimity; I refuse to cringe from my jailer, use the crescent moon to filter noise of other sufferers within these walls and, when I retrieve the bowl of watery stew from the ledge below the […]
Flirtation
in dancing shadows thrown by a flickering flame a flash of bright eyes and pout of a flower mouth burn young men’s hearts to ashes Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1167 The Dancer In this new episode of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem […]
A Keeper of the Earth
I am the apple a juicy planet in space born of root and branch conceived in a blossom’s seed spinning and dancing with stars Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Shutterstock My response to Carpe Diem Namasté, the Spiritual Way #4 keepers of the earth This week’s Namasté episode is about being one with […]
Words like Paint
She paints the detail of a seed and from it roots and branches sprout and grow; blossoms open in a haze of breath and drift away; leaves uncurl, exhaling green, then turn to rust, fall and decay. She looks at fingers stained with words, her face reflected In the oily sheen, and sees the universe. […]
This Morning
In quickening light, quietude disperses with quisling ghosts of night. Outside the window, quitch grass quivers under quicksilver dew. A curious quirky bird sitting in the willow questions every word of every line I write, a quaint critic of whom I am quite fond. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday […]
Brutal as a Supernova
Don’t get too close. You are no super-human astronaut in the thrall of a brutal, brilliant cosmic flash. Keep away from powerful explosions brighter than the Milky Way. You know, it may not be a supernova. It may well be the freaky death throes of a star, torn apart by the tidal forces of a […]
Dogged by a Rose
The attar of a rose follows throughout the day, from its glass prison vase to the promise of a summer’s day, with touch of a satin cloak in the chill of spring, scented smoke curls into twilight before its petals close for the night. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on ravindraandsons.com My response to […]
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