bright rowan berries drip of late afternoon rain September sparkles Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #6 new ways This week’s episode of Writing and Enjoying Haiku is in honour of Jane Reichhold. Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to go ‘outside the box’ again, which means breaking free from […]
Day: September 3, 2017
September, looking…
through a time-worn pupil, focused on the blue-grey wash, we paddle in shallows, waiting for the seasonal tide to turn. Here there is no stubble, no furrows, just poetry pure and wild whirring in and out of hedgerows thick with hips and haws and pouring from the sky, a migrating flock of swallows. Kim M. […]
Cold War Reheated
Red geraniums rust in September rain; sparrows splash dust in puddles forming on the path. Once again, men point their weapons at the sky in far-off places I have never been and will never go, reawakening fears that Cold Wars would become heated in memories of a child petrified by serious grey words that dripped from […]
