the length of a thought in breathless space between words resonates silence Kim M. Russell, 2016 echoing silence in breathless space between words a thought’s duration Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #4 having fun? This weekend, Chèvrefeuille has brought us a new episode of Writing and Enjoying […]
Month: August 2017
Departure #23
hazy lavender scent wafts on an August breeze blowing clouds away Kim M. Russell, 2017 Norfolk lavender – image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Autumn Retreat 2017 “departure”
Tipping into Autumn
There comes a day, between spring’s last blackbird concert and the first swift to fly south, when nature takes a breath, before tipping into autumn. Brambles are already dotted with ripening fruit, and yellow leaves glow among the green. Beneath the oak, a squirrel has been seen, gathering acorns, hips and haws, with eager paws. […]
Outside the Shutters – a poem in Visual Verse
Here’s a link to the August issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 10 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 7 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘Outside the Shutters’.
Feeding the Cats
I open eyes to Mojo, a bundle of shadows pressed against my chest, purring and kneading me awake, and patting my face with sharp little paws. Through the open window drift Luna’s meows, her triumphant declaration of a corpse at the backdoor, usually a half-chewed, dawn-grey mouse. Green jewels observe me as I slide off […]
Departure #22
day departs early owls call across the shadows pale wraiths at dusk Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Autumn Retreat 2017 “departure”
Departure #21
our journey begins we measure ground underfoot hopelessness departs Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Autumn Retreat 2017 “departure”
A Flash of Summer
blue metallic flame bi-plane dragonflies travelling through time skimming summer days hovering and dipping flash of fizzing wings Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar — Trimeter Frank is our host this Thursday and he has brought us the tricky trimester. He explains that a line in a poem […]
Stone walls still stand…
along the lane, overhung with lemon leaves, lazily swung like rope across the landscape. At their rugged, naked feet, mud is sun–baked and crumbling, draped with dried-up weeds and grass, where humans rarely pass, only rain, wind and mice that burrow, deep beneath the footing, a tissue of tunnels and apertures adorned with a glint […]
Out of Body
A living quilt of stars and meadows lies across my bed; my spirit rises from my body pale as the dead. I am water rushing in the river, ever towards the sea; I flow through culverts and canals but you won’t see me. I am clouds and I am stars dotted in the sky; in […]
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