A perfect russet leaf for her to press between the leaves of sonnets, caught on her sweater, tucked into her pocket, gave her the words she wrote on her note pad of new po- ems . Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Out of Your Own Words […]
Month: August 2017
With Every Gust – a haiku and a troiku
with every gust of wind a sigh of seeding grasses purple misted marsh with every gust of wind waves leave imprints in the sand trace of salty kiss a sigh of seeding grasses still warm from late summer sun a seaside romance purple misted marsh drains the sky of sparkling blue muted autumn hue Kim […]
Departure #30
tenacious acorn last nut hanging on the oak eyed by a squirrel Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My final response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Autumn Retreat 2017 “departure”
Sea Holly
Before this coast was swamped by sea and dinosaurs vanished, was I simply holly? I remember heat and thorns as big as ceraptosian dinosaurs’ horns and plants higher than the windmill on the salt marsh edge that was once a hill. Skies were always endless, as were the silent-black nights, which twinkled with a million […]
Departure #29
premature harvest ferments and rots on the branch an August windfall Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Autumn Retreat 2017 “departure”
Alone
On the rim of sunset, evening hues are darkening, musky with the fading scent of undergrowth. Summer will soon be a forgotten dream, her insects a distant echo. But at the heart of feelings of rejection and loneliness is the beat of all things. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Thursday photo prompt – […]
Departure #28
light creeps in at six there’s a squirrel on the grass chilly morning air Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Autumn Retreat 2017 “departure”
Day Tripping
Wind-buffeted, we listen for quiet waves below the pier. Filtered through a bank of low-lying granite cloud, August sun is determined to shine on Southwold. Day trippers brave the sea, build castles on the beach, while in brightly coloured huts, flustered mothers hand out soggy egg and cress sandwiches that crunch with sand. In the […]
Tree Magic
Along banks and edges of paths and fields, trees watch; their branches lances sharp enough to pierce, their leaves shields. What we think are hollow trunks, devoid of sap and bark, that rise from ponds still as looking glass, are ragged shadows of wet birch and ash, wizard wands that trick us into thinking reeds […]
10th August 2017
Like a soft-boiled egg cracked with a spoon, thoughts dribble and congeal. Grey clouds are drifting candle smoke. Mocked by the drooping willow, I gaze past my reflection in the window: another birthday and autumn’s on its way. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 131 […]
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