There are times, left alone with thoughts and memories, when up sneaks grief, a vulgar thief of quietude, squeezes salt and tears from a freezing heart. And there you are, warm as blood, enveloping stony skin, thawing emotions locked within. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image of statue on King’s Cross Station found on Pinterest On […]
Month: April 2017
A South London Heaven
Across the football pitch on this side of the rails is wild fennel and long grass: a jungle for snails. There’s a wild damson tree, hawthorn and crab apples, where we lie, you and me, below leafy dapples. In summer there’s sunshine, in winter there’s snow; I love spring and autumn, when trees bloom and […]
Morning Ritual
There’s a purr in my ear the moment she hears me stir. She pats my face with an impertinent paw – I know I have ten minutes more until I’m wide awake, but she insists. She licks my ear, kneads my hair until I roll off the mattress edge, push feet into slippers and go […]
Taste…
buds in mouth and flowers, a saporous feast of flavours: pizza erupts, a volcano of chilli, garlic and oregano; zingy ginger tea cleanses busy gustatory senses; an unripe plum, quite sour, not the buttery-sweet ambrosia of a nectarine or peach, because the riper, plumper ones were out of reach. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Images found on […]
Hazy Moon
a geisha peeking behind a stardust curtain face of the spring moon Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1186 Hazy Moon (Oborozuki) Today we are working with another classical kigo. Chèvrefeuille tells us that when the light from the Sun or the Moon shines through the atmosphere, it illuminates […]
Reverse Orbit
Earth is a small blue fingernail whose distant seas and undulations spill colour on early spring mornings here in space I conjure in my imagination primroses, daffodils and tulips warming a leafless woodland that still drips with winter thaw space is a colourless formula a soundless, boundless set of laws that keep me orbiting, a […]
A 6 a.m. Aubade
between twisted slats of blind and sleep-encrusted lids bright celandine rays of early morning sun disperse penumbrae in a flutter of feathers no cooing on the telephone wire in the margin above a line of silver birches a single lingering star flirts with the crescent moon birdsong ripples in liquid silence and so the aubade […]
Mirage
mirror of nature shimmering through vernal haze hope for a lost soul Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1185 mirage (miraajuu) Today our classical kigo is mirage (miraajuu), a naturally occurring optical phenomenon in which light rays are bent to produce a displaced image of distant objects or […]
Washing Line Blues
Although it is a sunny day the rotary drier is sad today and drooping on her zimmer frame when she should be spinning in fresh zephyrs of spring. When she’s all pegged out with pillows, and fresh, clean towels that flap and billow, dancing trousers, shirts and sheets, with grass and daisies at her feet, the […]
Tricolour
In the hedgerows on this peaceful morning, the green and yellow backdrop is torn by waxwings. With tricorn head feathers and ‘stand and deliver’ masks, they flourish their plumage and spread wing tips, waxy red to seal their Bohemian spring courtship. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on rspb.org.uk My response to Imaginary Garden with […]
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